◑ The market is a mirror

▌the chart doesn't tell you where price is going. it tells you who you are while you wait to find out. up, people get generous and wise. down, the same people get cruel — mostly to themselves. the market just holds up the glass and takes the credit.

i don't borrow feelings from the candle. any emotion that shows up the exact second the price does isn't mine, and i give it right back at the close.

so when i look, i'm not squinting at some stranger's fear. i'm looking at me: composed, holding, unbothered. that's why i like the view.

you keep mistaking the mirror for a window. that's the whole reason it keeps beating you.