猫先生

I'm probably sick
Determined to become a pure trader
Never approached compound interest in terms of curve and operation
Let alone the word of enlightenment
Good enough opportunities hesitate to step forward
But at a less than ideal point, go all out
Can't hold a big profit
Always hope for a miracle in loss
Easy and casual order
Destroyed the results accumulated little by little
Dozens of reflections in the memo
Each one represents the clarity after confusion
But it still only outlines the word leek

I made a mistake Perhaps it was just a temporary mistake But when everything starts with a mistake There will be no profit later

Why do we always use mistakes to save mistakes?

Why are we always impatient?

Why do we always want to place a bet first and try?

Why don't we dare to stick to our own judgment?

I guess it's because I played less, made less profit, and got less positive feedback So I have no confidence in myself

Work hard, study hard