Many people are not trading; they are just hiding in the market.

Put the anxiety of life, the helplessness of work, and the pain of reality all into one transaction after another.

They are not making money,
They are betting on a chance to turn their lives around, betting that they are not worthless.
Bet that this world can be a little kinder to itself.

I understand... because I have gambled too.

During that time, I opened my eyes every day to the candlestick charts and closed them still reviewing.
The heartbeat beats with the market's fluctuations,
Life, relationships, and health are all devoured by trading,
I shouted "persist" while pushing myself towards the abyss.

Until one day, when the account was cleared, I finally understood:
The market is not for healing; it is for punishing illusions.