observation

$BTC
#Observation

Observând curbele, observ că foarte, foarte regulat, cursul de $BTC fluctuează exact la ora fixă (exemplu 00h, 22h... etc)
Cum se face asta?
Cum puteți explica acest fenomen?

Aș fi cu adevărat curios să cunosc părerea dumneavoastră despre sincronizarea acestor fluctuații regulate, uneori semnificative, ale cursului de $BTC în momente foarte precise (ora fixă, la minut).

Vă mulțumesc că îmi oferiți părerea la întrebarea mea în comentarii. 🙏🏻🙏🏻

$BTC — Cât de fascinat ești de această mișcare?
Va retesta din nou 115K? Asta depinde cu adevărat de poziția ta.

Dacă ești lung, speri să nu vezi o singură lumânare roșie.
Dacă ești scurt, susții scăderea.

Dar să fim realiști — graficul se mișcă datorită atât cumpărătorilor, cât și vânzătorilor.
Asta e tot ceea ce contează.

Dacă ai urmărit postările mele anterioare despre cerere și relațiile de preț, știi că nu glumeam — am avut în vedere fiecare cuvânt.

Prețul oricărui lucru este determinat de cerere și ofertă.
Întoarce-te, citește din nou acea postare — apoi verifică graficele oricărei monede și conectează punctele.

#knowledge #observation = #SmartTradingOnly 📊💡

“The Flower in the Noise”

I didn’t meet her in a perfect place.

I met her where life was dusty, loud, unfinished.

The gas station buzzed with engines and morning heat. I was moving fast, surviving. Then she walked by.

She wasn’t trying to be noticed.

The wind lifted her hair, a flower tucked behind her ear. Small. Quiet. Defiant.

That’s what stopped me.

Not her body. Not the chaos around us.

The contrast.

Her presence calmed my racing thoughts. The world didn’t disappear, it narrowed. My heart didn’t race—it settled.

I wasn’t trying to impress her.

I wasn’t escaping my life.

I was just seeing her.

Love didn’t strike like lightning.

It arrived like understanding. Quiet. Certain. Patient.

Some connections don’t ask to be chased.

They ask to be respected.

And that flower told me everything I needed to know.
“The Flower in the Noise”

I didn’t meet her in a perfect place.

I met her where life was dusty, loud, unfinished.

The gas station buzzed with engines and morning heat. I was moving fast, surviving. Then she walked by.

She wasn’t trying to be noticed.

The wind lifted her hair, a flower tucked behind her ear. Small. Quiet. Defiant.

That’s what stopped me.

Not her body. Not the chaos around us.

The contrast.

Her presence calmed my racing thoughts. The world didn’t disappear, it narrowed. My heart didn’t race—it settled.

I wasn’t trying to impress her.

I wasn’t escaping my life.

I was just seeing her.

Love didn’t strike like lightning.

It arrived like understanding. Quiet. Certain. Patient.

Some connections don’t ask to be chased.

They ask to be respected.

And that flower told me everything I needed to know.#Observation #Momentum #Plasma #XPL #Write2Earn