I'm at the mercy of the market. Trapped in turbulent seas. GPRO is my vessel and I am hoping that it gets destroyed. It's times like these that there really is no other option but to reflect upon what sequence of events transpired to get hitched to such a ludicrous situation.
This all goes back to every mans inherent desire to have control of his destiny. The belief that through intellect you can gaze into the crystal ball and accurately anticipate that which is unknown. That unfounded belief is the heart and soul that drives the market, the delusion that binds everything together.
Even though it is well understood that the future is unknowable; Driven by inquisitive minds nothing will stop people from speculating. Sometimes you are right and it turns out like you anticipated. All available information is there for you to absorb and disseminate however you envision. Was it luck or did you strike a fountain of brilliance? I'de like to believe that you can anticipate what will happen, you can make your own destiny. I'de like to believe that you can consistently pull money out of the market after you have properly evolved your strategy. I don't want to have to rely on luck and fate to live a predetermined life.
Unfortunately, the desire to have some semblance of a clairvoyant does not change the hard fact that the future is unknowable...
Here I sit, waiting for my vessel to sink deep into the dark so that I might once again float to the surface and climb to the top with a more disciplined approach.
It's up to fate. The irony.
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