New Year's Eve

The market is still shining
Prices fluctuate on the screen
Like a body unwilling to rest
Under the dim light of liquidity
Completing its final dance

The judgment from two weeks ago
Has been validated by time
No trend
No continuation
Only repeated lifts and falls
Zombies dancing

This kind of market is the most dangerous
Because it still looks alive
Every rally
Is enough to mislead people into thinking the direction has been chosen
Every dip
Is not enough to make people give up completely

But I always know
This is not an uptrend
This is a trap high

Not to reward the bulls
But to squeeze the shorts
Not to start a new cycle
But to clear out positions before a real decline

At such moments
The hardest part
Is not judging the direction
But holding onto the correct positions

Shorts don’t need to prove themselves
They only need time

I am willing on New Year’s Eve
To enter the new year with shorts
Not out of pessimism
But because I respect one thing
The ledger never disappears because of holidays

January, for the market
Is never a romantic beginning
But a reality check

Institutions adjust their positions
Major players unload
Tax authorities settle accounts
Cash is recirculated

These actions
Won’t be written in the news
But they will definitely be reflected in the prices

True decline
Often doesn’t happen suddenly
But quietly unfolds after everyone
Has gotten used to this fake activity

What I wait for
Is not emotional collapse
But the moment when prices lose their disguise

When it breaks below 2500
When the market begins to deny everything that just happened
That’s when I am willing
To stand on the other side again

Long positions are not for now
Long positions belong
To after liquidation

To those
Who had no impulse on New Year’s Eve
Who did not waver during the rally
And preserved their chips while waiting

Tonight
I don’t wish for a price
I only raise a glass for discipline

Because I know
What’s truly worth looking forward to
Is not the first candle of the new year
But that one deep enough retracement

A gift to myself, and to everyone
Let the price complete its lies,
Let time reveal its truth.

— New Year’s Eve · Trading Notes
— Big Shark