What Warren Buffet and Charles Munger couldn’t teach me

“You have to be able to look at a stock and say I am going to buy it at this price and then execute when it reaches that price.” ~Warren Buffett (Or some variation in wording which I can’t recall in exact details)

I did that and now I am left dealing with the aftermath of what we call success. In a market where traditional bank runs are shown on TV, gas price is up the roof and people losing their houses everywhere. I prospered. In fact, more than prospered and I will simply leave it at that.

The intensity of the success within such a short amount of time meant that I am constantly filled with adrenaline and I’ve been like this for a week now. Every time I wake up I feel tired from an over active dream. My mind is on hyper drive constantly and I wondered about just how good I am.

At the same time, I am constantly going through reality checks to keep myself grounded. The need to cry out my success to others is unbearable yet I know to be inappropriate in the current economic condition. I’ve only giddly let it slip during in a discussion with Mark and already, it irked the hell out of my humble self. I am also doing constant checks against my decision now that the feeling of success and superiority is coursing through every pores in my body. For I know that cockiness is the first step towards failure.

Yet little signs here and there still showed through interactions in my daily life. Mostly because I am really close to not being able to justify working at a job anymore from a return per effort perspective. Self sustainability is not that far away. The lack of sleep, high level of adrenaline, the constant reality checks/self analysis and my internal return per effort algorithm which is constantly on. They all contributed to this moment right now. I don’t know how to properly put it in words.

It’s not a feeling, but rather a state of overexcitement. Kind of like the day after we took the gold medal in a big dance competition against 30 other couples. Tired and rough from the physical and emotional drain, yet the adrenaline is still propping us up while life all around has returned to its slow pace. We had to restrain ourselves so we don’t jump up in joy while walking across a depressing rainy street towards a breadshop for breakfast. Yeah. Kinda like that.