A trader is like a rodeo rider. The market gets violent and shakes everyone but the most determined and convicted trader off its back.
A trader is like a surfer. He analyses wind conditions and tide levels and catches the waves just as they are about to form.
A trader is like a midnight clubber. The booze is on, the music is playing, there are hundreds of people dancing, but everybody has his eye on the exit door.
A trader is like a hunter. He waits in stealth, locks in on his target, goes for the kill, and gets out fast. He lives by the motto "one shot, one kill".
A trader is like a coin-picker. The coins are littered all over the road. They seem easy pickings but a bulldozer is parked right there.
A trader is like a poker player. The market always acts like it has a hand. He either plays along with it or calls a bluff. And he has a trump card--stay out.
A trader is like a trench soldier. 90% sheer boredom, and 10% sheer terror.
A trader is like a daredevil. He makes his judgment of the braking distance, and stands in front of the locomotive train. Get it right, and he lives, but only if he gets it right.
A trader is like a doctor. He monitors the pulse of the market with the EEG, and when the market goes into cardiac arrest, he performs elaborate maneuvers to rescue the health of his portfolio--calmly.
A trader is like an alchemist. He transmutes what is essentially trading noise into the most precious resource of all--gold.