A sacred text for the trader who has bled, bagheld, and finally learned.
You found the gem. 50x on paper. Your portfolio glowed. Friends called you a genius. You posted the screenshot.
Then you didn't sell. "It's going to 100x," you whispered to the candles. The candles whispered back, in red.
Somewhere between -40% and -80%, a voice arrives. Calm. Almost paternal. It says four words you cannot unhear:
"Had to take profits sir."
It is not mockery. It is the spirit of every trader who made it. They are passing the torch.
You set a limit. You scale out. You don't try to top-tick. You take the W and you log off. Touch grass. Eat lunch. Be a person.
The chart dumps 70% by Friday. You smile. You are no longer exit liquidity. You are the exit.
$HTTPS is the monument. A token, a meme, a mantra. Renounced, taxless, on Base — pure like the lesson it represents.
Buy it. Hold it. Or, ideally — and we cannot stress this enough — take profits, sir.