If you stay in this line of work long enough, you'll either get wrecked by the market or be forced to wise up.

I once set a goal for myself—to grow my account from a bit over 200,000 to 1.5 million. When I said it out loud, even my mom thought I was bragging. That money in my account was just the remains from the last bull run; I'd watched 700-800K disappear just like that. The feeling was like having a block of ice stuck in my throat.

Later, I stopped playing those "all-in for a comeback" games. I focused on just one thing—waiting. Waiting until a trend emerged, waiting until the direction was clear enough, waiting until the market delivered the profits right to my mouth.

I used to think opportunities were everywhere, and every little move on the chart would make me jump in. The result? The less clear things were, the more I acted, and the worse I lost.

Eventually, I set three iron rules for myself:
Never touch it if the signal isn't clear;
Cut losses immediately if I'm wrong, never average down;
Only press my bets if I'm right.

Just by grinding it out like that, my account crawled from just over 200K to 600K, then jumped to 1 million, and finally broke 1.5 million. Throughout the whole process, I made fewer than twenty trades.

It's not genius moves or insane luck. It's muscle memory paid for with blood, hammered into me by countless blows from the market.

A buddy joked with me later: "How can you be so patient now? You used to be the guy who'd all-in at every little swing."

I didn't respond. Because I knew this patience I have now was fed by all those sleepless nights after getting liquidated.

Here's the bottom line:
It's not about some miracle story,
It's about grinding down your impulses, carving discipline into your DNA,
And the money will follow.

You don't need a miracle.
What you need is—
To be able to wait, to endure, and to move steadily.