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At ten thirteen in the evening, the numbers on the screen stopped moving.

The cursor flickers indifferently in the account balance column: 103,571.23 yuan. Two months, starting from one hundred thousand, nearly three million in funds evaporated completely in these two waves of storm-like market conditions, as if it had never existed.

Fingers unconsciously tapped the table, the coffee had long gone cold. Those sleepless nights, those moments of racing heartbeats, those highlights when I thought I could accurately predict the market, all turned into sharp irony at this moment, piercing my nerves.

Once upon a time, I thought I had touched the holy grail of trading. I spent late nights studying candlestick patterns, and early mornings watching the movements of the foreign market, averaging less than five hours of sleep a day. When my account balance soared to seven figures, the adrenaline rush made me believe I was the chosen one. With eight figures within reach, I even started to plan how to enjoy the wealth I had worked hard to earn.

Until the market gave me this lesson worth three million.

When the first wave of correction came, I thought it was a normal adjustment and doubled down to try to average my cost. When the second wave of plummet hit, the stop-loss line was breached like paper, watching helplessly as my floating profits vanished and my principal was eroded, yet I felt paralyzed as if under a spell. That feeling of powerlessness was like a drowning person watching the lifeboat slowly sail away.

The phrase "the market is ruthless" was once just an abstract concept, but has now become an experience ingrained in our bones. It is neither a casino nor an ATM; it is a vast chaotic system, perpetually oscillating between balance and imbalance, indifferent to anyone's expectations or needs.

Looking back at the trading records of the past two months, I found that success stemmed more from the gifts of trends rather than personal abilities. In a bull market, everyone tends to mistakenly see themselves as a genius. But when the tide turns, those who are swimming naked have nowhere to hide.

The most regrettable thing is not the loss itself, but the principles that were gradually abandoned in the process: overly trusting my stop-loss points, blindly increasing leverage, being blinded by greed, and mistaking luck for skill. Every action that violates trading discipline is silently recorded by the market, ultimately settling the account with me in one go.

This failure has made me truly understand: the essence of trading is not prediction, but response. It is not the pursuit of perfection, but the constant management of risk. It is not about showing off intelligence, but adhering to the discipline of foolishness. Perhaps the truly excellent traders are not those who earn the most profit in favorable conditions, but those who can survive the longest in adversity.

Turn off the trading software and reflect on your trades.

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