a chain that connects us…

is likely to be broken at some point in time. and it must be, in fact. to our mutual benefit. professional traders have a saying:

never marry a stock

looks like i am going to flatter myself now, but i would say these guys know of life so much more than an average person can imagine. most of the time, they are actually right there, in their trading rooms, observing life in its purest form as it unfolds on a chart, tick by tick. so, i would take this saying further by suggesting:

i shall never “marry” anything in this life at all. girls, jobs, business partners, relatives — absolutely nothing.

i fall asleep in order to wake up, i take off in order to land, i was born in order to die. the very attempt to make something constant out of something (read “everything”) temporary is doomed to fail and bring nothing, but unhappiness.

the truth is i am all alone in this life. unlike you, who are, of course, surrounded by lots of “loving and caring friends”. this is what that old jamaican woman said in the “meet joe black” before she died.

i have known this fact for many years. somehow, i have not been following the rule and kept getting unsatisfactory results to say the least. both in life and in trading.

for instance, i haven’t been calling my armenian grandmother for many years. nor do i visit my mother’s mother (who’s house is, but a few blocks away from my place) too often anymore. at the same time, i am very thankful to these women for taking care of me when i needed it. but with all due respect — i don’t need it any longer! there is nothing between us anymore — no “chain”, see. perhaps, they need my attention now and i am simply an egoist (which i totally admit i am). or perhaps they are simply sticking to the “open positions”, they should have quit long ago. what gives me the reason? well, when i was born they were alive already. life only goes forward, not backwards, right? so they “bought” me — i didn’t “buy” them. i couldn’t possibly do that. even if i wanted. and the responsibility to “sell” me lies on their shoulders.

for profit?