Trust the Process, Trade Mechanically

Up before the market, coffee in my hand. Watching candles form,

working on a plan. Losses don't define me. Winds will make

me fly. Stick to the system. Let the edge compound over time.

Charts on the screen, patience in my soul. Every single trade

just a step toward the goal. It's the process, not the profit, that'll set you

free. Trust the numbers, trust the method. Trade mechanically. Some days red,

some days green. I stay the same. Long road ahead, but I'm built

for the gain. Used to chase the money, used to feel the heat.