I was going through some old blog posts cleaning them up over the weekend and came across this one. It dates from very early in the history of AuthenticFX.
The post itself is something of an indulgence, as I really gave full rein to my love of poetry etc. And I’m not sure I even agree with all of the things said here anymore. Even so, I thought I’d revive it temporarily just to see if I can get a discussion going on the topics raised.
So thanks for your patience, have a read and let me know what you think in the comments section below.
– Erron, January 2015
What if you woke one morning to discover
everything you’d ever learned was a lie?
Your eyes open and immediately you sense something is wrong. Your feet hit the floor differently, the early morning light has a strange quality.
The truth is most of us stumble through our lives wondering if we’re doing it right. We regret the past, sweat the small stuff about the present and worry about the future we’re creating out of that present.
We wonder and worry about what we should be doing with our lives, in between doing all the things that pay the bills. Most of us don’t enjoy those bill-paying activities, i.e. our “jobs”. And did you ever stop to think what that term “job” really means? Instead of a soul-crushing grind day after day, what if it was something accomplished with fairly minimal effort, something that occurred as a part-time component of the life we were meant to live?
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way, the time is up,
the song is over, thought I’d something more to say…
– Roger Waters, Pink Floyd
Instead, our working life imprisons us in activities we often despise. We drag ourselves out of bed and trudge to the breakfast table or the shower, dreading the day ahead of us. We cram into cars or public transport cattle-trucks of one kind or another and endure someone’s vision of hell as we make our way into work.
Once there, our day is filled with either stressful meetings and other duties, or at best with boredom and a great, ill-defined, nagging sense of waste. Behind all the small talk, the coffees and the endless things we do in an effort to endure, a little voice at the back of our mind keeps asking “is this really what I was born to? Is this all there is?”
The truth is, we have all been lied to. You shouldn’t have to work your guts out for 50 years in order to have a comfortable retirement. But almost every human is brainwashed with this belief from birth:
Work hard all your life for someone else and eventually you will reap the benefits of an easy lifestyle!
But you can’t do something you don’t believe in year after year without it having an effect. It corrodes the spirit. We’ve all heard the saying “Do the Job You Love!” ad nauseam. But the reality is that for one reason or another, most of us settled for less. Over time this monumental compromise takes its toll. All the joy we felt when young fades as we become duty-bound automatons.
Oh Anna, I know your daddy is very wealthy
And that he owns half the town in which my old man worked
For half a crown an hour five days a week
Who was too tired in the night to speak about the things in his head.
– Alan Hull, The Money Game
Let’s face it, it’s more than a tad unrealistic in a world of 6 billion human beings to expect there to be enough wonderful jobs to make everyone deliriously happy and engaged. Forget the new age fluff for a moment: you can spend the rest of your life trying to “attract abundance”. Or you can get off your backside and do something about it. NOW.
Of course it’s not easy to make big changes. It doesn’t matter what your age is, you are hampered by the limiting self beliefs that your upbringing and education have ingrained deep in your psyche.
When you’re in your 20s being tied to a day job is at its most seeringly painful. You’ve likely spent a lot of time studying to get to where you are, to get away from the constraints of those powerless teenage years to finally live the life you’ve always dreamt of. Now you find yourself chained to this desk/shop/wherever, awaiting the next batch of instructions from someone you possibly don’t have a lot of respect for, or even like.
By the time you reach your 30s you’ve achieved a certain level of sophistication. You may have even saddled up to a mortgage, there may be a family to consider, and your career, for what it’s worth, may be starting to bear fruit. But still the nagging question “what the hell am I doing?” persists…
Reaching your 40s and 50s can be a time of personal triumph, if you’ve been one of the fortunate few who work in an occupation they love, and perhaps you’ve had a few lucky breaks along the way. But once more, so many of us reach this level still wondering how it all would have gone if we’d been able to live life the way we really wanted to, and not just settled for an income.
Once you hit the latter stages of your 50s and into your 60s, if you’re not one of the increasingly few who have been able to set aside a significant portion of your life’s income for retirement, the nagging worry becomes a permanent state of low-level panic. Now, instead of thinking “what the hell am I doing?” you’re thinking “what the hell can I do?” You know the government is becoming less and less likely to support you in your old age, and even though you’re more prepared than ever to sacrifice what’s left of your precious time on earth working for a living, your health isn’t what it used to be, and youth-focused employers no longer welcome you with open arms.
I’m assuming you have come to this blog at this point in your life because something or someone told you that trading forex offered the possibility of a way out. That, for once, is NOT a lie. The forex market is the most liquid of all markets, far less prone to manipulation than those scam and scandal-ridden markets based around stocks.
You can – armed with the necessary education and tools – trade for a living. Of course it all depends on what you consider to be a decent living wage, and how that marries up with the size of your trading account.
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I’ve got nothin’, ma, to live up to
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destiny
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do just to be
Nothing more than something they invest in
Yes, the forex masters or big dogs as they are otherwise known, also make the rules in this game. But the big dogs, with their massive positions, lack the manoeuvrability of we smaller retail traders.
Enough crumbs drop from their table to deliver a good living for the trader who is prepared to learn and persist.
Adopt the mindset that you no longer owe the world any of your precious time, even though you may have to continue in your day job for now. Just change that mindset. Realise that you have nothing to live up to, no one to be beholden to.
Be more than the things you have invested in up until now. The masters make the rules for the game, but anyone can play, and win. Pull up a chair…