With each new Bitcoin peak, blindness spreads like a plague that corrupts minds and hearts. Young and old, everyone throws themselves into the market with ridiculous certainty, as if, deep down, they knew what they were doing. The glow of their hopes is as bright as a flame, but as fleeting as the light of a match. They enter the market as if they were throwing themselves into a deep well, unaware of the tragic end that awaits them. The market, like death, has no mercy on human presumption.
They arrive, like ghosts from a promising future, with a clean face and a pocket full of empty promises. The candlestick chart? An unfathomable mystery, a language that mortal eyes cannot decipher. Volume? A distant concept, an abstraction that will be "researched later", if there is time. Resistance? Support? Terms so distant as the truth that no one dares to face. They don't want to know any of that. What they want is the certainty that, without effort, without preparation, they will be able to reach the paradise of easy wealth. And, like old acquaintances of illusion, they blindly believe that the market owes them a debt.
And the market, that merciless monster, enjoys their hopes, pitting them against their own weaknesses. What seemed certain becomes chaos. Values rise, the sparkle in their eyes intensifies. "Now it's going to happen!", they think, with unbridled confidence, as if simply pressing a button could transform lives. They believe the lie that the market offers: "Here, anything is possible!" But the market doesn't lie. It just waits, mercilessly, for the time to fall.
And it falls. Panic sets in like a poison that corrodes the soul. The faces of those who once saw themselves as winners now distort in despair. “What do I do? Sell? Buy more? What is this? Where am I? Who am I?” These questions echo through the forums, like a plea that no one can answer. They are all the same. All blind, all shooting in the dark, hoping that luck, or a miracle, will save them.
And so, what remains? The tragedy of a lost illusion. Newbies, with empty pockets and tired eyes, ask themselves: “Where did I go wrong?” The mistake, my friend, is in the beginning. The moment they believed that the market was a field where anyone could launch themselves, without studying, without knowing the rules. The mistake was thinking that they could defeat destiny without preparing for the fight.
And in the end, the only answer the market gives these newbies is a hard and bitter lesson. You don't make a fortune in the dark. You don't achieve the impossible without first understanding the secrets of what you're looking for. The market doesn't offer shortcuts. It offers only one thing: the price of ignorance. And the price, oh, the price... that's never cheap.
