Day ninety-seven · Holding cash is a quiet river

When I am holding cash, I feel like that river.
It wasn't always like this. It used to be like a gust of wind, eager to sweep through the entire market, wanting to be involved in every fluctuation. As a result, the wind stopped, and nothing was taken away.
Later I realized, trading is not wind, but water.
Water that is not rushing can flow far; water that does not compete can merge into the ocean.
Holding cash is not a pause, but a buildup.
It's like river water turning in a bay, waiting for the next wave, then moving forward together.
Those who shout orders in the group every day, busy opening positions, are like summer thunderstorms, fierce when they come, leaving nothing behind when they go.
True traders understand silence.
Like reeds, when the wind comes, they bend; when the wind goes, they stand straight.
They are not in a hurry because they know their roots are still in the soil.
Three bird calls outside the window, sunlight shining on the corner of the table.
I pick up the cup, the water is warm.
This river is still flowing, it can embrace loneliness, widening inch by inch. #WCTC交易王PK