Waves gently crash against the rocks, like the wicks repeatedly testing in candlestick charts.

I sit on the beach, my phone screen tinged with sunset orange.
#HappyLittleHorse draws a long lower shadow at the support level again, like being fiercely pulled by the seawater and stubbornly bouncing back.
The distant horizon is blurry, just like the trend on the 1-hour chart that hasn't been confirmed yet.
Salty wind brushes over my fingers, and I compare the rhythm of Fibonacci retracement and tides—
High tides are always more ferocious, and pullbacks are deeper.
Suddenly I realize:
Trading is like watching the sea; you can never predict how high the next wave will be,
but you must learn to keep your breath slow even in the most turbulent moments.