That morning, the road felt like a held breath. The rows of motorcycles were tightly packed together, as if everyone had agreed to pause for a moment, even as time continued to tick by uncaringly. Ahead, a large truck stood firmly, forming a boundary between the desire to move and the reality that had to be accepted.
I sat on the motorcycle, feeling the heat of the sun slowly creeping onto my back. My helmet felt heavier, and the sound of the revving engine echoed like a complaint never truly heard. The people around me were silent, but it was a meaningful silence. Some stared straight ahead, some looked down, and still others occasionally let out a long sigh.
This traffic jam wasn't just about stopped vehicles. It was about patience tested without warning. About postponed plans, about time that could have been used for other things. But on the other hand, there was a small lesson we often overlook: not everything is within our control.
I began to notice the little things around me. A woman sitting behind the driver tightly held the waist of the person in front of her. Another driver appeared relaxed, as if accustomed to this kind of situation. Even the truck in front, with its massive body, seemed oblivious to the long queue behind it.
Time passed slowly, but surely. And finally, the wheels turned again. One by one, the vehicles began to move, leaving behind what had seemed like an eternity of stillness. I took a deep breath and then slowly drove off, carrying with me a simple realization: sometimes life needs to stop for a moment, so we can learn to appreciate each small step as we move forward.
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
|---|---|---|
| @gunting | Realme C53 | Nanggroe Aceh Darussalam |
