a note to myself ( credits to someone who wrote it here in moomoo )

In the markets where the tickers dance,
A game of skill, a gambler’s chance.
US stocks, the mighty stream,
A trader’s toil, an investor’s dream.
With candlesticks that rise and fall,
The charts whisper, their silent call.
Bulls charge forth with heads held high,
While bears await the market’s sigh.
Options glimmer with promises sweet,
A risk-reward game where traders compete.
Calls for the bold when the skies seem clear,
Puts for the wary, hedging their fear.
The bell rings loud, the battle begins,
Some count losses, others win.
Yet beyond the gains and fleeting wealth,
It’s discipline’s hand that ensures one’s health.
For greed’s a trap, and fear’s a chain,
Patience steadies the trader’s brain.
With each trade placed, a lesson’s gained,
In this endless game, where few are tamed.
So study the charts, the news, the flow,
Adapt with the tides, and let knowledge grow.
For trading’s not luck, nor a fleeting trend,
It’s a journey of growth, with no true end.