彭族光《自白集·第二十三篇》

真相的代價(jià)/ The Price of Truth

我曾以為真相是光，

能照亮市場(chǎng)的迷霧與人生的暗角。

I once thought truth was light，

cutting through the market’s fog and life’s dark corners.

但真相不是救贖。

它是一把刀——

割開幻象，留下血痕。

But truth is not salvation.

It is a blade—

cutting open illusions， leaving scars.

我曾試圖用策略遮蔽它，

像用指標(biāo)掩蓋心跳的波動(dòng)。

I once tried to hide it with strategy，

like masking the tremor of a heartbeat with indicators.

可真相不服從公式，

它在回撤中裸奔，

在震蕩里低語。

But truth does not obey formulas.

It runs bare in drawdowns，

and whispers in the churn of volatility.

每一次追問“為何虧損”，

我都在交易日志中逼近它。

Each time I ask，“Why did I lose?”

I edge closer to it in my trading log.

它不是盈利的密碼，

而是一面赤裸的鏡子，

映出我的貪婪與恐懼。

It is not a code for profit，

but a stark mirror

reflecting my greed and my fear.

系統(tǒng)不是真相的避風(fēng)港，

而是與它談判的戰(zhàn)場(chǎng)。

A system is not a haven from truth—

it is a battlefield for negotiating with it.

我用規(guī)則約束幻象，

卻在止損中學(xué)會(huì)擁抱真實(shí)。

I use rules to bind illusions，

yet learn to embrace truth through stop-loss.

盈虧只是表象，

真正的對(duì)手——

是我未被識(shí)別的偏見。

Gain and loss are only appearances.

The real opponent—

is the bias I have yet to recognize.

我以為我在追真相，

直到它讓我明白——

追的從來不是它，

而是那個(gè)敢面對(duì)它的自己。

I thought I was chasing truth，

until it made me see—

I was never chasing it，

but the self who dares to face it.

我不是真相的主人，

只是它的操盤手。

I am not truth’s master，

only its trader.

每一次面對(duì)虧損的刀鋒，

我都在書寫一條通往自由的賬本。

With each cut from the blade of loss，

I keep a ledger， line by line， toward freedom.

直到有一天，

我在賬本的最后一頁，看見一束光——

它不再是救贖，

它只是事實(shí)本身。

Until one day，

on the last page of the ledger， I saw a beam of light—

no longer salvation，

but simply the fact itself.