icarus was the son of daedalus, a brilliant inventor. the two were imprisoned on an island, and to escape their captivity daedalus crafted wings made of feathers and wax. but before they took off, he warned icarus, don’t fly too high or the sun will melt the wax. don’t fly too low or the sea will swallow you. stay in the middle, stay safe. but once icarus took flight, soaring through the sky, wings stretched wide, the world opened beneath him, something changed. he didn’t want to stay in the middle. he wanted to know what it meant to fly. so he soared higher and higher, straight towards the sun. and yes, the wax melted, the feathers came apart and he fell. but here’s what they don’t tell you, icarus didn’t scream as he fell. he didn’t regret, but he laughed. he laughed as he fell, for he knew that to fall is to once have soared. and there’s a kind of bitter triumph, in crashing when you’re supposed to be soaring. something victorious in reaching past your limits, even if it costs you everything.
-$21k today
fomo’d after a multi-x, oversized low mcs, assumed the vol would be there like yesterday and was way too trigger happy
days like this are part of the process. you’re never gonna have a straight line up. there will be highs, lows and expensive lessons. that’s just the nature of the game
take it on the chin. charge the tuition. don’t chase it back and turn one bad day into three
time to reset, get calculated again and come back sharper
+$20k day
been praying for nights like this for a while. god stripped a lot away from me, but I needed it.
i live and breathe this shit. feel sharper than ever. feel like my time is close.
