I will be the first to say that my thought patterns evolve predominately around money, making money, devising plans for making money, trading money, planning trades to make money etc.
I think you get my point.
This afternoon, as I was relaxing after trading, I was reading a book on the eye (iridology) and its supposed ability to detect illness in humans. It was also claimed that it is a map of our soul, and having had a scan of my eyes, it was detected that my journey involved opening up and sharing the love.
It sounded like a good lesson. Show some love, Tom. Don’t focus all your energy on trading. Don’t be so one-dimensional. Open yourself up to others, and show them you love them.
Meanwhile, down on the street level, I could hear a kid scream at the top of its lungs. I didn’t think much of it. It is afternoon time, and kids and parents make their way home from school.
Then I heard a very loud male shout “no!” I thought to myself what kind of a man would need to raise his voice to such a level in order to get the attention and respect from a child? And although I was curious, I was too damn tired to care, and I kept on reading.
The Flower in area 45 symbolises a man who is unable to…”NO!” I got no further on that sentence when I once again heard the man from the street shout at the top of his lungs.
This time I rose from the bed with the words “what the fuck is going on down there”. I saw a man, wearing dark sun glasses, carrying two school bags, and with one child in his hand, and another child 10 feet behind him.
The child lagging behind was dragging his coat along the pavement, and I instinctively thought to myself that his sunglass wearing father/carer is not going to like that. The man turned around, and briskly walked back to the boy, and smacked him in the face.
I stood paralysed and watched the man walk back to the first child, while listening to the other boy, who must have been aged 10 or so, cry his heart out. Moments later, the father came back and grabbed the boy by the arm and walked down the street.
I could hear them shout at each other, even as they disappeared out of my sight. I stood silently for a moment and thought about what kind of love the child was receiving at home. I wonder if he wakes up in the morning, full of joy and happy to be alive. I wonder what brought the father to hit a defenceless boy, in the middle of the street in London. What kind of love did he receive when he grew up?
It made me think. Lame as it sounds, love can change the world. My old boss, a playboy like none other, changed his life from one day to the next, when he became a father. Instead of showing me pictures of conquests, he showed me pictures of his youngest son in various drooling poses. My friend tells me that kids are the best leveller in the world. When you are up, they will bring you down to earth, and when you are down in the sewer, they will hail you on firm ground.
That is what love did for these two hard-boiled trading pros. So why am I writing this? You can be a good trader, and show love. You can be an excellent trader and show love. But who are you, if you stand in the street and hit a child? Maybe area 39 in my eye is coming to life, and I am no longer solely focused on myself anymore. It is long overdue!!!
