Is it like a rondeau that never ceases or an intricate Mozart which one willingly plays on repeat to be stroked by its melodious intrigues?
Investing has taken on so many forms, with strategies evolving from both psychological and technological innovations. Whether it is behavioral methods of predicting the next black swan, market turning event, or optimizing the arbitrage that exists between two very similar stocks in pairs trading, the goal remains, to make more money by outsmarting the market.
And what exactly is this market? Its constituents consist of sophisticated and highly unsophisticated retail investors. On one spectrum you have the PhDs pitching complex strategies set to exploit some underlying market inefficiency and on the other you have retail investors strapping on old and new names, or picking based on one metric, or being wooed by investor presentations. When an investor thinks about a stock, are they really thinking about the underlying company that share of ownership represents, the management, the board, the strategies, and employees? (I reckon when said unsophisticated investor thinks about the word stocks, they could be alluding to real apples and pears or that cash tree which will grow under the right sunlight conditions or whither away if an untimely long winter freezes its growing capabilities. It’s merely a seasonal effect, just got to pick the right tree in the right place and extradite its roots before the winter hits).
The underlying principles are the same and they are A) the market is indeed inefficient, despite the theoretical arguments back and forth as it is something that practitioners acknowledged whether they grew fat or poor from the fact and B) there is both real and perceived randomness.
A) Is just how the real world differs from what economists and finance academics believe is true about this non-physical financial world of money that we have created.
B) Now that I’ve worked with a dealer and on the buy-side in private equity, I know how some news can move prices in ways that are much unbeknownst to the knowledge or care of the general public. Intraday trading and technical trading merely try to capitalize on some of this signal in the noise.
To say that the world is but a stage and we are all merely actors in it would be an understatement. We are merely puppets. The real puppeteers are our own, very raw human emotions of greed, pride and optimism.
All of these three emotions must be infused together in one. One can’t be called greedy just for chasing high returns. Especially if the stock is down 20% and the person still doesn’t sell, well that just pride. Now, hoping it will go back another 40% to reach the initial 20% upside if everything goes right, now that’s just optimism.
When all is said and done, what exactly do I want to do with this money built upon greed, pride, and optimism?
There are only two choices. Reinvest it into the economy or hoard it.
The hiding of wealth under the mattress (literally, and completely out of the system not even in a bank) provides that luxurious safety net the size of a small country for the few. After all, if the world turns upside down who wouldn’t want their own country to jet back to?
And does this hoarding really sap and suck from the economy?
Won’t what is sapped just be displaced by more free printing? Hey, people won’t even notice this 50 billion missing once it’s injected on the other end by some central bank. Aren’t they the true equalizers of the world, redistributing the invisible clinch as that excess will only be noticed in the future, once it’s spent on the funding of a whole new country.
And by then what’s a minor economic quake of unspent excess when the whole world has already been hit by the magnitude-9?
That’s only the traditional sense of Robber Barons and their style of wealth creation.
What about the venture capitalists of today and the budding entrepreneurs?
Devoting their undying love to impact creation and bringing the world to more sophisticated promises of the future.
Again, greed, pride, and optimism.
That 200 million dollar valuation from the mere $20k savings, scraped during college or the first few years thereafter, represents merely a byproduct, an additional benefit of introducing a popular app to the world?
What of the celebrity status that comes with having been enormously successful at having sold your “company” which has yet to make a buck. As if almost an extraordinary Van Gogh was auctioned off with the promise that the artist will soon die upon the signing of the change in ownership on the dotted lines.
The hope that Google or whoever buys your company will even continue its operational legacy passed the first year is the optimism you need to have.
Thus, the real music that drives the beat of investing is really that of a Ba-roque (n.) record. Refrain and repetition followed by high shrieks and baritones designed to steer the crowd of lavishly dressed into cathartic outpours of their primordial emotions.
The above is a satire on the world of public markets investing and venture capital investing.