The Trader

The Trader
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                 A greasy slice of wax paper floats across the street, caught in the windy cross-currents of a quiet city corner. No one is there to notice.
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                The alarm has been set for 4am….. just in case. The trader rarely needs that alarm. Global equity markets, debt markets, currency markets, and domestic futures markets are all in motion. The trader reads. The trader watches. The trader reads some more. The trader learns.
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                The trader has been fired, laid off, tried many different things. The trader learns to overcome….  always, above all…. the trader learns. period.
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Fearless? Not quite.
Aggressive? Every day.
Love? For the love of the game, for the love of those for whom one is sworn to protect.
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Victory? Sometimes.
Defeat? Never…. Not a chance.
Discipline? From start to finish. From birth to death.
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Algorithms took an early lead, and made friends disappear.
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Still Learning. Always adapting.
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Those algos, and those who write them think that they are the predators. That is good. Let them rest. Let them sleep right up until that alarm. They will forget how to be hungry.  Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.
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Hate? On bad days.
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How was your P/L today ?? Last week?? Last month ??
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That quiet city corner has now become quite crowded.
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Ring the bell.