There is no joy in the market when the bears move. There is only a silent chill, like the touch of a mist that envelops everything, stealing the color and leaving only the weight of uncertainty. They do not run, they do not roar; they walk slowly, heavy but relentless, like a march of inevitable facts. And in their wake, the market bends, the charts fall, and hands tremble in front of the screens.
What is a bear? It is not an enemy, although those who do not understand it may see it that way. It does not destroy the market out of hatred; it destroys it out of logic. It does not bet against you; it bets against your naive optimism. It sees what you do not want to see, it knows what you refuse to accept. It is gravity in a world of bubbles.
Bears are cold-blooded. They do not cry over lost tops, nor rush to find bottoms. They know that the market is cyclical, like the seasons, and that there is always winter after summer. And it is in winter that they thrive. They sell what they do not have, buy the fear that others let go of, and make panic their food.
They don't shout, but the fall speaks for them. A sale here, another there, like raindrops announcing the storm. When the tide turns, it's too late for those who didn't pay attention. The bear is already far away, laughing in the silence of someone who knows that the market doesn't forgive distractions.
And the little ones? Oh, the little ones are the spectacle. Sardines in panic, buying at the top, selling at the bottom, always in the wrong direction. They run as if they could escape, but the bear doesn't chase them. He doesn't need to. His shadow is enough to bring down their dreams.
There is, however, a lesson in this theater of horrors. The bear, in his coldness, teaches what blind optimism can never teach: humility. He shows that the market is not a party, but a battlefield. That price is not destiny, but a reflection. And that, above all, survival requires more than hope – it requires understanding.
But make no mistake. The bear is not only a teacher; he is also a predator. He preys on weaknesses, magnifies fears, and turns doubts into failures. There is beauty in his precision, but also a cruelty that cannot be ignored.
And then, in the silence that remains after their attack, the market reorganizes itself. Those who learned, survive. Those who didn’t, disappear. This is how bears shape the financial world: not as villains, but as forces of nature.
Because the market, deep down, is not made up of bulls or bears. It's made of cycles. And we, little ones, are the leaves that fall, get lost and sometimes are reborn. But the bear, this one, continues, always on the prowl, reminding us that the fall is not the end; It's just the beginning of something new.
