Trading is like sex with a foreign girl. Neither speaks English and say the damndest things. Latest foreign girl (Indonesian) whispered in Fibo's ear the next morning, "I love your clock"
Trading is like nautical navigation as described here. It's a sea of possibility and exploration, rewarding like no other enterprise.
Successful trading is like a pregnant woman. Everyone congratulates you, yet don't know how many times you were _______ to get there.
ROFL! I think what Matt meant there was "yet don't know how many times you were _______ to get there." If I am correct on that, then damn, it's MattZ-after-dark!
LOL! right on! "times" added.... This is what happens when you multitask...you just forget one variable that makes all the diff.
Trading is like being a slow 380 pound lineman trying to make an open field tackle on Michael Vick in his prime.