Honey, don't lose to this present moment.

Recognize your current situation: your future wife, your children, your children—they are all waiting for you to make today's decision.
Just like the greatest regrets in the market and in love—they are never about losses or breakups.
It's that you finally saved up the courage to go all in, only to find that the coin has already hit the limit up; it's that you finally learned how to love someone, only to find that person has already turned and walked away.
We always like to wait. Wait for a pullback to the psychological price level before opening a position, wait for the other person to take the initiative a little more before confessing, wait until we've made something of ourselves before making promises. We always think that when everything is ready, we can guarantee success.
But the candlestick chart won't wait for you to scrape together enough capital, and people's hearts won't wait for you to temper your temper. In the three minutes you bowed your head to calculate your position, the main uptrend has already ended; in the half year you hesitated whether to speak up, she has already received someone else's ring.
Enter too early, and you can't withstand the volatility of the washout—a slight pullback and you panic and cut losses; enter too late, and you only catch the last leg, trapped standing guard at the highest point of memory.
Love is exactly the same. Meet too early, and we're both too immature—a trivial matter can lead to a total rupture; meet too late, and we've both had others in our hearts, and can no longer offer unreserved sincerity.
Countless times during my review, I've thought: if only I had met you at a different time.
Then I wouldn't stay up all night over a one-point fluctuation, wouldn't give you a cold face because I lost money, wouldn't make you follow me to live in a leaky rental room and eat instant noodles that can't even afford an egg. I would have stable returns, a calm mood, and the ability to give you a home where you don't have to drift from place to place.
But unfortunately, there are no what-ifs in life. In this market, there's no undo button—once missed, it's missed; in love, there's no turning back—once parted, it's parted.
Not all waiting leads to blossoms, not all sincerity leads to take-profit. Some stocks are destined to only be watched from afar, not touched; some people are destined to only accompany you for a stretch, not to hold until the end.
Now I've finally learned: seize the opportunities I'm bullish on decisively, and cut losses in time when the trend goes bad.
And I've finally understood: cherish the people you meet, and say a proper goodbye to those who leave.
Don't covet profits that aren't yours, don't cling to connections that have already drifted apart. Gains and losses go with fate; meeting and parting go with the heart.
This is the most painful lesson the market has taught me, and it's also the final truth you left me.