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Over 300,000 people die of drowning each year. In order to protect society, it is now illegal to consume or possess water.
Your government is also considering banning solid food, as it presents a needless choking hazard.
You are not an adult.
You are a baby.
Eat the baby food.
I smoke weed because it helps me focus on positive thoughts and also at the world as a beautiful place instead of as ugly, because of all the shit going on. I get depressed and it helps
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Reddit gets more Google traffic than Amazon.
And your brand still has no appearance on Reddit?
Reddit: 4.2B monthly visitors.
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On my way to dinner, fully prepared to ruin everyone’s night with:
Elections are rigged.
Children are trafficked.
Pandemics are planned.
Wars are manufactured.
Vaccines are poison.
Phones are surveillance.
Astronauts are actors.
Doctors are dealers.
The Earth is flat.
Dinosaurs were actually dragons.
Politicians are puppets.
Studies are sponsored.
Policies are lobbied.
Pedophiles are in charge.
Wish me luck 🍀
I started trading at 17. Still in school. No idea what I was getting into.
By 21, I'd been at it for four years and had nothing to show for it. Not a single payout. Not a single funded account. Just years of screen time, blown accounts, and a growing suspicion that I was wasting my life.
It didn't just affect my trading. It affected everything.
I started questioning whether I was capable of succeeding at anything. Not just trading. Anything. If I couldn't make this work after four years of obsessing over it, studying every night, giving it everything I had, then what could I do? Maybe I just wasn't the type of person who succeeds.
I stopped showing up to things. Birthdays. Hangouts. Normal life. Not because I was busy. Because I felt like I didn't deserve to enjoy myself. How could I sit there laughing with friends when I was failing at the one thing I'd told myself was going to change my life? The guilt was constant. Like every moment I wasn't at the charts was a moment wasted, and every moment I was at the charts proved I still couldn't do it.
I didn't talk about trading with anyone. There was nothing to say. No wins to share. No progress to point to. Just a kid staring at charts in his room while everyone around him was moving forward with their lives.
Then came the moment that almost broke me.
After four years, I finally passed a challenge. Made it to the verification phase. This was it. The thing I'd been grinding toward since I was a teenager. Proof that I could do this.
I blew it.
Then I passed another one. Made it to verification again. The second chance. The redemption.
I blew that one too.
Four years. Two verifications. Both gone. And the thought that hit wasn't about the money or the accounts. It was: I've wasted the best years of my youth on something that's never going to pay off.
That thought sat on my chest for weeks. I couldn't argue with it. The evidence was right there. Four years. Nothing to show. No logical reason to continue.
But I kept going.
Not because I had a plan. Not because something clicked. Not because I believed it would work out. I kept going out of pure stubbornness. Nothing logical about it. Quitting would have been the smart decision. Every rational part of my brain was telling me to walk away and do something normal with my life.
But something in me wouldn't let go. Not hope. Not motivation. Just a refusal to accept that this was how the story ended.
I'm not sharing this because it's a success story. I'm sharing it because if you're in year two, year three, year four, and you feel like you've wasted your time. If you've stopped showing up to your own life because you feel like you don't deserve to until trading works. If you're questioning whether you're capable of succeeding at anything.
You're not broken. You're not behind. You're in the part of the process that nobody posts about. The part that builds everything that comes after, but looks like nothing while you're in it.
The stubbornness that keeps you at the charts when every logical reason says quit? That's not a flaw. That's the raw material. You just haven't aimed it at the right thing yet.
The Iranian navy, which has been destroyed eight times, closed the Strait of Hormuz again, because the United States for the seventh time won the war that wasn’t a war, so the United States can open the Strait of Hormuz that was open before the not war.
The not war that started to get the uranium that was completely obliterated, so that the Iranians can’t build the nuclear bomb that they weren’t building for the not war that the United States started.
Then the United States which has nuclear weapons threatening to use nuclear weapons to prevent Iran from having nuclear weapons because having nuclear weapons is dangerous.
If the United States saw what the United States is doing in the United States, the United States would invade the United States to liberate the United States from the tyranny of the United States.
You keep asking why “discount” keeps failing you…
Because you’re buying *levels*…
not delivery.
Price hits midpoint → you get excited.
But ICT already told you:
“I want you to be watching price…”
No displacement = no intent.
No intent = you are the liquidity.
Real continuation looks like this:
Midpoint tapped → HTF aligns → displacement prints → IFVG forms
THEN you enter.
Not before.
Discount doesn’t mean buy.
It means *wait for the algorithm to show its hand*.
Working in Nairobi suburbs feels like every morning, you step into a version of life that looks like yours, and in the evening, you return to the one that actually is. You clock in at 8 and clock out at 5 from a 20-storey building with glass doors, biometric scans, and elevators that whisper. A few floors above you, lights are still on. People working late, because time there converts to money.
Outside, the roads are wide. You pass by Karen Office Park, then roll past The Hub, wine shops, and coffee shops selling a cup you'll never afford. You’re still in work mode. Polite. Measured. Composed. You head downtown. Britam Tower cuts the sky. For a second, it feels like you’re part of it. You’re not.
Traffic drags you further. You stop at Westlands Square, not because you need to, but to pause for a second. The commute slowly strips off the mask.
Around you is fellow lower income employees rushing to beat traffic just to get home in time to sneak in a nap. You stroll into Sarit Centre to kill time. Inside, everything is controlled, light, temperature, and spending. Outside, a guy is selling smokies next to a car worth his lifetime income. Nobody addresses it. But it’s there.
You don’t stay long. Across Waiyaki Way, Microsoft building stares at you as if to say, "You'll never work here." You board a Super Metro and pay 20 bob to Kangemi. Inside the bus, conversations switch language, not just words but weight. You put in your earpods, but you don’t play any music. Westlands is already saying enough. You stare out the window.
Somewhere in that skyline, opportunity exists but not equally. By the time you reach Kangemi, the city drops the filter. You pass by your favourite local joint, but today, you sit a second longer.
You check your phone, notifications from friends living both lives, one posting rooftop cocktails in Upper Hill, another asking for a connection, a job, a chance.
Tomorrow, you’ll iron the same shirt and return to the suburbs. You’ll speak their language and play their part, but one thing remains clear, unless you break from that place, you'll never live in their world which you spend 8 hours a day building.