Online Stock Trading

Now, finally, we can beautify the ugly; here is the place where magnificent swans are born. Our “swan” is that which we, as investors, as thinkers, have in common. It is at the same time that which we can both scorn and affirm. It is the glory in death that the courageous soldier both fears and accepts at the same time.

Investing in the stock market “truly”—in contrast to say investing in mutual funds or other baskets (i.e. those things which minimize risk to such a degree so as to guarantee the nothing-so-special kind of gains one can expect from such things), is itself a not so arbitrary act of the will that intends to direct our course closer to a destination at a faster pace than mere walking (or worse, crawling or even standing still). While you’re on that little sprint or jog glance to your left. You might see me. It is with that camaraderie that I’m glad to say, “Nice to meet you.” We rarely hear from those who already finished the race about the moment when their toe was still on the line. All we can hear now is about the thrill of the finish line. Now everyone is all ears. But that man started with some kind of dream, with some kind of unstoppable hope. It started with a system. To scorn that system because of all the men with systems who never made it to the finish line is a bit like poking your younger brother in the eye. Yeah, he does foolish things but you did them too.

What about those emotional fools? Those angry bastards care so damn much! They need to relax because they’re getting so worked up about….what, money? But that’s what we’re here for. Stratospheric hopes are certainly more likely to bring with them emotions from the same heights. Apathy would seem to me to be much, much worse. Would we rather that?—“hell I don’t even care.” What do you mean you don’t care? No no friends of mine, this is not some land of indifference. If you show up you better play ball.

And let’s not all forget that those of us who hope for a taste of greatness first sensed that hope in a dream. Were we born rich we wouldn’t even be here. If the rules here don’t seem equitable, it’s because they aren’t. You got that? The uniting quality between us all is that either consciously or otherwise, we all recognize that fact. And we’re here to do something about it.

And of the backward looking? If there weren’t great things in our memories, there wouldn’t be greater things to look forward to. Our hopes for the future are necessarily tied to the yardstick of yester-day, year, or whatever. If using that yardstick means we keep trying to measure tomorrow with units from yesterday, then so be it. At least we have something we can measure. What’s worse? Starting from scratch.