I donât chase everything that moves.
From above, most motion is noise. Sudden. Loud. Draining. If I dive at every flicker, I wonât last long enough to catch what actually matters.
So I wait.
I watch patterns repeat. Wind shift. Prey reveal itself not by speed, but by consistency. When the moment comes, I donât hesitate -but I also donât rush it. They say I am the fastest creature on Earth while I dive. For me, the dive is fast because the waiting was patient.
People think the hunt is about speed.
It isnât.
Speed is only useful when direction is clear. Otherwise, itâs just wasted energy.
I donât fight the wind head on. I use it. I donât stay locked in when the angle is wrong. I pull back, climb again, reset. Thereâs no shame in disengaging early. The sky is wide. Opportunities return.
From the ground, it might look like nothing is happening.
Up here, everything is being measured.
The strike is clean or it doesnât happen at all. No dragging things out. No forcing outcomes. Precision beats persistence every time.
Thatâs how I survive.
And in markets, like in the sky, the ones who last arenât the ones who move the most -
theyâre the ones who know when to move.
