Dear younger me, I wish I could sit beside you on that night when you were staring at a red portfolio, hoping the next morning would bring everything back. I remember how you kept checking the chart, reading every bullish comment, and searching for one more reason not to sell. You called it conviction. You told yourself that real investors don't give up when things get difficult. But deep down, you weren't holding because you still believed in the project. You were holding because accepting a loss hurt more than watching it grow. That was the lesson nobody could teach you. The market doesn't know your entry price. It doesn't care how long you've waited or how much you want to be right. And sometimes, walking away is a much harder decision than staying. I don't regret every loss. I regret the time I spent defending a decision instead of learning from it. If I could tell you one thing, it would be this: Never let the money you've already lost decide how much more you're willing to lose. To anyone standing where I once stood, remember that protecting your future matters more than proving your past decision was right. Some lessons cost money. The important thing is not to pay for the same lesson twice. A letter I never sent, but a lesson I'll carry forward. @RallyOnChain