🧠 What a Dream Taught Me About Risk
I haven’t traded for almost a month.
But somehow, the market still found its way into my mind.
Last night, I dreamed of a golden cobra.
It bit my hands.
My legs.
The venom started spreading slowly through my body.
I knew what it meant.
Something was wrong… and getting worse.
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So I did what most traders do.
I tried to fix it.
I tied my arms.
I tied my legs.
I searched for anything that could stop the venom.
I kept thinking:
“If I just do a little more… maybe I can control this.”
But nothing worked.
The more I tried,
the more it felt like I was losing control.
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By the time the venom was close to my heart,
I stopped.
Not because I had a solution.
But because I realized…
I didn’t.
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And that’s when everything changed.
Someone appeared.
They didn’t ask questions.
They didn’t try to fix things halfway.
They just took me to the hospital.
I survived.
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That moment stayed with me.
Because it felt too familiar.
In trading,
we are taught to act.
Fix the trade.
Adjust the position.
Find a way out.
But sometimes,
the need to control everything
is exactly what puts you deeper into risk.
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Not every situation can be fixed.
Some can only be survived.
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Stepping away from the market
wasn’t about giving up opportunities.
It was about breaking a pattern
I didn’t fully see before.
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I don’t know when I’ll trade again.
But when I do,
I won’t try to control everything anymore.
I’ll focus on something more important.
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📌 Survival is not optional. It’s the foundation of everything.
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