There was a night 2 years ago i’ll never forget. I was in a cheap airbnb, laptop on my knees, watching charts bleed red while wondering if i had messed up my whole path. I had no one to blame but myself. I chased hype, ignored my own rules, thought i was smarter than the market. The silence of that night hit harder than the loss itself. But here’s the twist, i didn’t quit. I kept learning, kept showing up. Slowly, those sleepless nights turned into better calls, better discipline, and eventually… Better results. Today things look different. I’ve had wins that covered those old losses many times over. I’ve made calls that paid for entire trips. I’m no longer just “trying to survive” in this market, i’m actually thriving. But i don’t forget that airbnb night. Because that’s what makes the wins feel real. Without the humility of being humbled, there’s no growth. Without the red candles, the green ones don’t mean much. The market gave me scars, but it also gave me freedom. And if there’s one lesson, it’s this: You only lose when you stop showing up!