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Ольга Княгиня » 08 Oct 2018, 14:07
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Good Trader Rules. Elena Tau

Rules of a good trader. Elena Tau

Anyone who has come across the idea of ​​investing knows that we are talking about the rules necessary in any endeavor and managing your money. First, I will talk about what I experienced myself, and then I will introduce you to ten rules of a good trader that will help you survive and have a chance to become rich.

Collision with a dream
What is a dream? A dream is a striving for perfection, a striving for the best, for quality, for rapprochement with one's own spirit. A dream is something we don’t like to talk about, but we firmly believe in it. It can be anything, even the most unthinkable: beautiful, fabulous, bright, absolutely unreal. When a dream appears, the meaning of one's own existence appears. No dream, no meaning. I think you have more than one dream and many fantasies that need money to realize. I will tell you about how, having a bright dream of a beautiful elevated life, I encountered ways to realize it, but missed the only opportunity to get rich quickly, because of my own illiteracy and underdevelopment. But this lesson was not in vain, he taught me to create my own rules and principles in order to become successful.

It happened three years ago. Then I was left without work and the necessary income for existence, not to mention the fact that I did not even dream of a quality life, when you can buy clothes for yourself, have a good rest, get a house. I hit a dead end when my boss said:

- Today you go on vacation without pay, for six months!

And this is with a salary of 5,000 rubles! What can be done with 5000 rubles:

- pay for utilities;

- buy a minimum of products for a month;

- go 3 times to a cafe;

- buy good shoes;

- purchase a one-way train ticket;

- buy a gadget.

This is where the list usually ends. From this it follows that for half a year I will be without means of subsistence, which means that I must postpone my last salary for these six months. But I already survived from water to bread and lived from one date to another, it all came down to one single pastime - drinking, because I had no money for a better and more expensive pleasure. I went into the deepest dead end, in which I did not see the end and edge.

My dream since childhood was to build a career in the field of art, but now they don’t want to pay for it or pay little. IN In art, success comes through one place - sorry, but I have always loved a woman's breasts! And art is out of fashion now! IN гипермаркете классические произведения Достоевского, Пушкина и прочих великих классиков, продаются по низкой цене, целых 77 рублей за экземпляр. Humanity is becoming stupid and corrupted before our eyes. Do I have a chance for a dream? Which? Is there a chance to keep your bright, unsteady dream of living qualitatively and beautifully? One thing is obvious - no, because there is no confidence in yourself and the future, there is no rich dad, there is no millionaire mistress. Therefore, I don’t really aspire to anything, and I still sit at a rate with a low salary and suffer from wounded pride.

More importantly, I don't know what to do next. They don't take me to the bosses and directors, because I don't have the necessary connections, and I didn't humiliate myself in front of the director for years to deserve it. But let me start from the beginning: I have always worked at a budget rate, for a small salary, and I believed in miracles. That's why I worked in such a place, because faith in miracles turned out to be stronger than everything else, rather than direct calculation. But, about the miracles called "vacation without pay", he knew little. The boss always brushed aside when employees asked questions about this, saying that there was no money in the budget and would not be, that they were not anywhere, even in the state, because he judged by himself, but he never had any, and if there were, then he spent them thoughtlessly, that now everything in which he invested his money throughout his life was no longer needed by anyone. And he invested in creating a family, real estate, cars. But years have passed and now, this property is selling poorly, renting a car, wanting too much, building a strong family is even more unrealistic. How else to improve?

The winter turned out to be extremely cold, every day 30-35 degrees below zero. Living in a hostel in a small room, with windows overlooking a very uninspiring landscape - a brick wall, I dreamed of a skylight, a hint of a better life, I bought everything only the bare necessities: tea, sugar to cheer me up, cigarettes, cereals, etc.anything edible. IN общем, жил от заработной платы до заработной платы, мучился, страдал, чувствовал себя ничтожеством, и понятия не имел, как дальше существовать. Sometimes for the remaining pennies, I ran for another bottle of beer or herbal tincture to keep myself in a cheerful spirit. About creativity and art, did not even dream. At the same time, the media began to talk about some kind of financial crisis, which was to be left to the mercy of fate by the entire people and country, about the destruction of the financial system, the upcoming famine and job cuts in budgetary organizations. And I just worked there. If you get fired, where do you go? Then I realized that the people were thrown into extinction. I was lucky that at least I had a job and a roof over my head – many didn’t even have that. I was a weak man, drinking at 30, living in hopelessness day after day.

IN 30 лет, я был ребёнком, жаждущим соску по любому поводу. From developing depression and mental pain, over time, I switched to various antidepressants and sat up in the room so as not to see anyone again. I was not given love in childhood, underfed in my youth, offended and envied in my youth. And in the end, this nipple became a bottle. As soon as I received another lesson from life, I immediately ran for a bottle to brighten up the pain and suffering of the soul, because no one had ever defended me, but only tried to destroy it. I was like this as a result of the wrong upbringing laid down in me in the Soviet Union, as a result of injuries inflicted by parents, the opposite sex. Then, when I suddenly realized that no one else would ever come and bring a pacifier, then in shock I began to look for information about additional earnings, and came across an advertisement: forex, financial exchanges, options. A close friend brought me up to date, he had been there for a long time, and sometimes it turned out to make money:

- I tried to trade there, when it works, when it doesn't. What, are you going there too? he asked curiously. Cunning and greed flashed in his eyes.

“Yes,” I replied angrily, “you have to live somehow!”

- I can give you a secret, buy shares now, - he said an unfamiliar word, - in a month you will receive three times more profit than you invested.

The acquaintance looked pleased and rosy-cheeked, so I believed him, that's how naive I was. You can't trust anyone, not even yourself! The next day, not wanting to waste time, I registered on one of the websites of the brokerage firm. What to hide, I did it in a hurry, without analyzing the available information, because I knew that I could stay hungry - there was nothing to talk about. But the main thing that was strengthened under this action was that I wanted to become independent, without the influence of the boss and without dependence on the state budget. Sort of the ephemeral dream of an idealist. First, I analyzed platforms, quotes, charts, signals and other components of the exchange. INечерами мы с другом сидели, уставившись в монитор, он объяснял, как здесь всё работает и помогал делать сделки, а так как у него был математический склад ума, ему удавалось легко анализировать цифры и создавать стратегии.

For the first time in my life I bought shares of Bank of America "at the very bottom", and worked on 10 minute "timeframes". Then they grew: and a day I received 10-20 dollars of profit, having invested only 100 dollars. INы представить себе не можете, как я был счастлив, когда видел, что график отображает цену в нужную мне сторону! When I closed a position and saw real profit that could be bought: bread, meat, fruits, cigarettes. When I saw these graphs, I immediately felt full! This happened every day for two weeks, I relaxed, felt completely happy and in a month I withdrew the amount three times more than I had invested! Of course, not without the participation of a friend. He was happy for both of us. My $100 turned into $300, I forgot about the budget salary, stopped being angry with my boss, I could buy good quality products and go to the gym:

- Congratulations! - a friend extended his hand and shook it to me, - beginners are always lucky!

Gradually, bet by bet, I believed in myself and my dream. The fantasy played out in such a way that the usual desire to buy food turned into a desire to have a house, a cottage, to

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