I started trading because of a colleague. Specifically, because of one photo. He had this picture with a Lamborghini, and in my head that was the proof. This guy trades, this guy has a Lambo, trading clearly works. That single image was my entire "inspiration" to jump in.
What I found out later was that the Lamborghini wasn't his. The photo was from an event, and the car was a rental. He'd posed with a car he'd paid a few thousand to sit next to for an afternoon. The whole symbol of success I'd built my decision on was staged.
But by the time I learned this, I'd already sunk 2 lakh into trading, chasing the version of him that didn't actually exist. My real money went into copying a fake flex.
And here's the ending that says everything. That same colleague has since left the company entirely. The guy whose imaginary Lambo lifestyle convinced me to start couldn't even afford to stay at his own job. I built my whole trading start on a rented car and a borrowed fantasy, and the person I copied quietly disappeared.