I took my first step along the road of trading some 3 decades back now.
Like many others before me, I thought that I'd crack it in a year or so.
Like many others before me, I heard the challenging and humbling fact that trading is anything but a fast route to glory and fortune.
A hundred dead ends followed a hundred'systems'; indiors came and proceeded with an almost dizzying rate; guru's were searched and their information followed-but just their bank accounts climbed (at my cost ).
As my abilities grew, painfully slowly, I encountered the'elephant in the room' that is capitalization. The withering disappointment of realizing becoming a trader wasn't likely to be enough, and that you had to become a trader WITH a package of cash already to stand some chance, was a blow.
But still, I persevered.
At every juncture, if the scale of this challenge seemed to grow bigger, I stepped up to the plate by working and learning tougher and harder and tougher.
Each and every challenging knock and lifeless finish was met by a determined reaction of work, longer hours, and increased conclusion.
That I eulogized about reaping the benefits tomorrow from the attempts of today.
From originally trading through purely the London market hours, I continued through New York.
From originally finishing a Friday, I immersed myself in further studies throughout the weekend.
And it came.
For the most part slowly, and, very occasionally in'eureka' moments.
I realized one day that I was able to exchange at breakeven or better consistently.
This drove me forward even tougher. Every moment threw into practicing and studying. I worked harder than I had ever done in my whole life. And I'm 48 years old.
Wading through a blizzard of'systems' and'methods', I started to realise that my'Edge'(if that is what you call it) wasn't a consequence of any tricksy indiors or EA's, but rather was me, myself. I had, without realizing it, gradually changed my connection with my charts, by becoming where I looked for signs and triggers, to one where Ipersonally, and this is still hard to explain, followed the flow, heard the tune, possibly even known the narrative to some little level.
3 years down the line, at long last, I now believe I have enough knowledge and skill to remain alive in this business, and to encourage my family and myself.
Excepting something.
When I turned around, after 3 decades of complete immersion in what I was doing, I found I had a family.
4 weeks ago they left me.
My lovely partner and my two gorgeous boys-gone.
Tired of a connection with an obsessive who rarely ventured out of his analysis. Weary of the constant promises. Worried sick by the financial ramifiions of no earnings for almost 3 decades.
Bored of a guy who had seemingly forgotten exactly what his priorities should have been.
Gone.
Thus, just remember folks.
Life is exactly what exists away from your screens.
The siren song of a brilliant life tomorrow will always seek to draw you back to your desk.
Learn from my mistake.
Look after those you love .
Then exchange with what's left.
Peace.