In the beginning, I wasn't trading. $BTC
I was sitting on the edge of certainty, counting the coins and being afraid.
But the coins were dying standing up, and I was dying sitting down.
So I said: Let's try.. I allocated an amount for playing that is not enough to build a homeland,
but it is enough to lose it with dignity.
Like a man buying a ticket for a ship while knowing he can't swim, but he wants to test how many kilos of fear his heart can bear.
I lost as I expected.. but this loss wasn't like the previous ones.. it didn't stab me in the back, but rather patted me on the back.
Then I whispered: Did you see? You were afraid of me while I don't harm
except those who ask me for more than I give.
I understood that trading is not greed, but rather a quiet agreement between you and luck.
You tell it: Take this small amount, don't buy coffee with it, nor a book, just add it to the pile of uncertainty in my chest.
I knew I would lose.. but the loss, when it is in your hands and not in fate's hands, becomes a small victory, written with a pencil.
