Sometimes life parallels the stock market a little too much for my liking. You struggle to gain ground each day, only to have phantoms come in the night and whisk away your gains in after market trading. Each day is a fight to regain lost ground and claim new heights. It seems like every peak has to have a valley to follow it.
You climb high, find a glorious view, think you’re secure, and then go tumbling. When you get to a stop, the cliff you were on top of, now rises menacingly above you. And you have two choices, you can sell for a loss, cut your losses and run, give up, quit, no one would blame you. Or you can dig in, find a foothold, and struggle your way back up the cliff face.
Is this how life is supposed to be?