Kratos Marc
Wellknown Ace
Sitting by a flowing river today.
Mountains stood quietly before me, wrapped in deep green, as if they had seen countless lives pause exactly like this. A small fire burned beside my chair, steady and warm. A cup of coffee rested in my hands. Everything felt still not empty, just complete.
I watched the river move and felt my life move with it.
My pains surfaced first the silent ones I carried without complaint.
My desires, my lusts, my confusions the parts of me I never fully understood.
My love, some fulfilled, some unfinished, all unforgettable.
Faces appeared in my thoughts.
People who walked into my life like seasons some stayed, some left, all leaving behind memories that shaped who I became. Childhood days filled with innocence. School years where friendships felt eternal, where time felt endless, where dreams were simple and hearts were light.
Then adulthood arrived fast, demanding, unforgiving.
A career built with effort, ambition, compromises. Late nights, responsibilities, chasing stability, chasing meaning, chasing something I couldn’t quite name. Success came and went. Failures taught lessons I never asked for. I ran from fear, from emptiness, from the thought of standing still. I achieved things, lost things, gained respect, lost peace, found it again, and lost it once more.
And sitting here now, one question rose quietly from within:
What was I running for all this time?
What was I really trying to gain?
A flower petal drifted into view on the river’s surface. Fragile. Random. Beautiful.
It spun gently, carried without resistance. It didn’t fight the current. It trusted the flow. Watching it, I finally understood — we are all like that petal. We think we choose the path, but life carries us where it must.
I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.
The fire crackled softly.
The mountains stood still.
A calm smile settled on my face.
Two tears slipped from my eyes , not from sorrow, but from release. From gratitude. From finally making peace with everything I had been, everything I had loved, everything I had lost.
Down the river, the petal reached a great waterfall. For a brief moment, it hovered and then it surrendered. It fell, dissolving into the rushing water below, no longer separate, no longer struggling.
In that same moment, my breath slowed.
My body grew quiet.
And just as the petal left the river’s surface, my soul left my body gently, silently carried forward by something greater than fear, greater than time.
Like the petal into the waterfall,
I let go.
And I flowed on.
Mountains stood quietly before me, wrapped in deep green, as if they had seen countless lives pause exactly like this. A small fire burned beside my chair, steady and warm. A cup of coffee rested in my hands. Everything felt still not empty, just complete.
I watched the river move and felt my life move with it.
My pains surfaced first the silent ones I carried without complaint.
My desires, my lusts, my confusions the parts of me I never fully understood.
My love, some fulfilled, some unfinished, all unforgettable.
Faces appeared in my thoughts.
People who walked into my life like seasons some stayed, some left, all leaving behind memories that shaped who I became. Childhood days filled with innocence. School years where friendships felt eternal, where time felt endless, where dreams were simple and hearts were light.
Then adulthood arrived fast, demanding, unforgiving.
A career built with effort, ambition, compromises. Late nights, responsibilities, chasing stability, chasing meaning, chasing something I couldn’t quite name. Success came and went. Failures taught lessons I never asked for. I ran from fear, from emptiness, from the thought of standing still. I achieved things, lost things, gained respect, lost peace, found it again, and lost it once more.
And sitting here now, one question rose quietly from within:
What was I running for all this time?
What was I really trying to gain?
A flower petal drifted into view on the river’s surface. Fragile. Random. Beautiful.
It spun gently, carried without resistance. It didn’t fight the current. It trusted the flow. Watching it, I finally understood — we are all like that petal. We think we choose the path, but life carries us where it must.
I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes.
The fire crackled softly.
The mountains stood still.
A calm smile settled on my face.
Two tears slipped from my eyes , not from sorrow, but from release. From gratitude. From finally making peace with everything I had been, everything I had loved, everything I had lost.
Down the river, the petal reached a great waterfall. For a brief moment, it hovered and then it surrendered. It fell, dissolving into the rushing water below, no longer separate, no longer struggling.
In that same moment, my breath slowed.
My body grew quiet.
And just as the petal left the river’s surface, my soul left my body gently, silently carried forward by something greater than fear, greater than time.
Like the petal into the waterfall,
I let go.
And I flowed on.
