The Final Page In the end, he was still sitting in front of the screen. Not because he hadn’t made enough money. And not because he still had something to prove to the world. It was simply because, after all the wins, all the losses, and all the times he thought he finally understood the market only to realize he understood nothing at all — he began to understand something much simpler: You don’t have to win every time. You just have to stay sharp enough to wait for the next right opportunity. He used to be impatient. He wanted to turn a thousand into a hundred thousand as quickly as possible. He used to think that a good opportunity was one you had to grab immediately. Then the market taught him that sometimes, the most valuable trade is the trade you don’t take. He still made money. He still lost money. He was still greedy sometimes. And there were still days when he looked back and wondered, “What if I had done things differently?” But he no longer lived by “what if.” He walked out of the room, leaving the screen behind. Tomorrow, the market would open again. Bitcoin would rise. Bitcoin would fall. There would always be another coin that made millions of people believe they were about to get rich. And there would always be another one that reminded them how dangerous overconfidence could be. And him? He would come back. Not to catch every wave. Just to wait for the wave worth betting on. And if there was one final thing he wanted to write to himself, it was this: Patience won’t make you rich quickly. But it keeps you alive long enough to become rich tomorrow. He turned off the screen. For the first time in many years, he didn’t need to know what tomorrow would bring. Because he knew he would face it. Zora.