Kratos Marc
Wellknown Ace
Let’s go for a walk
Not the usual walk you take at night when your mind feels heavy.Not the one with earphones on and thoughts running wild.
This one is different… a little strange, a little unfamiliar.
Something you may not have done yet.
Something you may have avoided—because deep down, you weren’t sure you were ready.
But if you trust your gut, come with me.
No looking back. No stepping back.
Hold my hand and step out of that safe, comfortable space you’ve built around yourself.
Just for a while.
Let’s walk.
As I said—this isn’t a normal walk.
Hold my hand tight… and don’t let go.
Look to your right.
See that tiny kiddo there?
That was you.
Crawling on the floor, crying loudly, demanding attention without fear or shame.
You didn’t know the world yet—but the world knew you.
Loved ones surrounded you, lifting you every time you fell, smiling even when you cried.
Then one day, you stood up.
Shaky legs. Fear in your eyes.
You took your first step… and fell.
You cried.
Then you stood up again.
And walked.
Funny thing—you’ve been doing that ever since.
Let’s walk a little more.
There you are again.
A school bag hanging loosely on your shoulders, almost heavier than you.
Running to school, laughing louder than everyone else.
Sharing sweets with friends, trading lunch boxes, fighting and making up in the same day.
Coming back home covered in mud, clothes wrinkled, hair messy—
And still being the happiest person in the room.
Close your eyes for a second.
Feel that moment.
That small, innocent memory from childhood
The one that still makes you smile without trying.
That pure laugh… the kind that came from the heart, no filters, no worries.
Isn’t it beautiful?
Keep walking.
You’re growing now.
High school days begin.
New friends. New worlds.
You start understanding things beyond books.
You notice the opposite gender.
Your first crush walks into your life—and suddenly everything changes.
Songs hit differently.
Movies feel personal.
Your heart skips a beat over small things—a smile, a message, a glance.
You feel alive in a way you never did before.
Those feelings… wow.
So warm. So exciting. So real.
And then…
The heartbreaks arrive.
The first one hurts the most.
That heavy feeling in your chest.
The silence that screams louder than noise.
Nights where sleep refuses to come.
Moments when you feel like your heart might burst—but still, you don’t cry in front of anyone.
And yet… you move on.
Slowly. Painfully. Bravely.
Not because you wanted to—but because life taught you how.
Look at all of it from here.
Your teenage years—
The laughter that filled rooms.
The tears you hid behind smiles.
The insults that broke you… and built you stronger.
The mistakes that taught you lessons no book ever could.
Every good moment.
Every bad moment.
All of it came together to make you.
From this distance, it all looks… worth it.
Stay with me.
Hold my hand tighter—you’re not alone on this walk.
Now look ahead.
See your parents?
They’re getting older.
Their hair slowly turning grey.
Lines on their faces you never noticed before.
Their smiles softer, their worries deeper.
And you… you’re no longer the kid they carried.
Responsibilities find you.
Life starts demanding answers.
Dreams feel heavier.
Time feels faster.
Some days you feel like you’re losing control, like life is slipping through your fingers.
You fall again.
But this time, no one rushes to lift you up.
So you lift yourself.
You fight.
You try.
You fail.
You try again.
And even on the days you feel tired, broken, or lost—
You continue.
Because somewhere deep inside, that little kid who learned to walk still lives in you.
The one who fell, cried, stood up, and walked again.
This walk isn’t about regret.
It’s about gratitude.
For every smile.
Every tear.
Every lesson.
Every version of you that existed just to bring you here.
So don’t let go.
Hold my hand.
Let’s keep walking.
This walk isn’t about regret.
It’s about realizing how far you’ve come.
How many times you broke and still chose to move forward.
How every phase—beautiful or painful—was necessary.
Because life doesn’t stop.
And neither do you.
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