When you earn what would be someone's monthly salary in a single day, that kind of excitement is impossible to hide; your hands will tremble, your heartbeat will quicken, and your mind will be filled with thoughts of how to reward yourself tonight, how to celebrate yourself, even wanting to take screenshots to show everyone you know, to make the whole world think you're awesome. At that moment, you think this is the joy of trading.

When you've stayed in this market long enough, experienced ups and downs, and gotten used to the storms, one day after trading ends, looking at the money you've earned—money that others work hard all year to make—what will you feel? Will it be ecstasy? A shout? Sharing everywhere? None of that, you just quietly watch this number, look at your phone, and there isn't a ripple in your heart. It's not happiness or excitement, but a calmness as if your heart is still water. You don't even want to share with anyone because you know, this is just the ordinary result of countless boring trades, strictly executed.

Only then do you realize that true strength isn't loud drums and fireworks, or showy displays everyone knows about, but silent, self-sufficient security. The more someone lacks something, the more they love to show it off; when you truly have it, you become silent.

May we all meet that increasingly peaceful self in trading.