A note to my 19 year old self Part 3
I am pretty much a private person but yet I am that kind of person that has all my feelings written on my face. As I reaped the benefits of investing slowly, I started becoming relatively vocal about feeling triumphant from this small success of mine. My mum being the typical risk averse person, or maybe someone she knew got burnt from stocks, warned me about the potential hazards of the stock market. To which I fully agreed. Though I had never really gone through much of a loss at that point in time, I knew fully well that the stock market is a dangerous place. I always had the mindset that to not lose in the stock market alone was already a plus, much less to say earn money from it. But I assured her that the stocks I was buying were relative safe and defensive. My aunt who had been staying with us for a while would hear about my stories once in a while over the various meals we had. Structured Deposit ≠ Fixed Deposit I remembered there was this one day when my aunt summo...