In the year I first entered the circle, I only had 70,000. Not a small amount, but in this market, it can't withstand a few tosses.
At that time, there were all kinds of 'shortcuts' around: some spoke of indicator mysticism, some calculated cyclical secrets, and some dared to let you go all in with just one sentence.
I didn't believe any of it. It's not that I'm smart,
it's that I knew I couldn't afford to lose.
No matter how hot the market was, I wouldn't chase;
no matter how good the story was, I would wait;
if I didn't understand it, I wouldn't touch it;
if the rhythm was off, I would stay out.
Many times, I would rather miss out,
than make a mistake.
The account grew very slowly,
slow enough to often be mocked:
'What does this little profit mean?'
But I knew that slow was not the problem,
chaos was.
I never expected to turn things around in one go,
I would first think of the worst outcome for each trade.
Leave room in the position, set a red line for drawdowns,
when emotions rise, stop immediately.
Others' accounts were like roller coasters,
but I was always on a slowly rising line.
You can't see the difference in a year,
three years start to diverge,
after five years, those left at the table,
are already few.
Eight years passed,
70,000 slowly rolled into 21 million.
No miracles, no divine operations,
and certainly no so-called 'chosen ones'.
Only one word, which has never changed — stable.
