@seezyou There was once a Poet
Whose weapon is His Word
He will slay you with His tongue
Oh Lei, Oh Lai, Oh Lord!
Oh Lei, Oh Lai,
Oh Lei, Oh Lord!
He will slay you with His tongue
Oh Lei, Oh Lai, Oh Lord!
Just rip off the mask and be yourself, man.
Once you’re aligned, the positive spiral starts.
Pain becomes healthy drive.
Healthy drive becomes meaningful movement.
Meaningful movement becomes fulfilling work accomplished.
And fulfilling work accomplished justifies death.
The truth is that fishing appeals to my pattern recognition— as with chess and hockey. These also challenge me and put me at the edge of my capacity in some way, shape, or form.
I’m also not afraid of abandonment anymore.
So… why beat a dead horse?
I love to fish.
I love going on adventures with friends/family.
I love reading.
I love writing.
I love working out.
I love the feeling of fulfillment that comes with the completion of creating something you suffered to build.
I love to celebrate when others accomplish the same.
I never loved trading.
I simply loved that it appealed to my pattern recognition, challenged me, and seemed on the edge of my capacity.
At the time, I also suffered from a fear of abandonment. Trading was a manifestation of that, ultimately.
My IRA? Don’t worry about it.
My Individual Cash Account? Forget about it.
The belief I failed or made a mistake? Stick it up your ass.
I’ll be in those trenches, keeping souls from going off the edge and sharing the flame from the candle I carry🕯️
I’m gonna be working class in that 9-5.
I’m gonna be that soul who knows loss.
I’m gonna be that soul who knows grief.
I’m gonna be that soul who knows self-sabotage.
I’m gonna be that soul who knows about dreams and fantasies.
I’m gonna be that soul who can be a rock for others