That morning, the sea looked so calm, as if holding many stories yet to be told. A fishing boat sat quietly on the water's surface, tied by ropes that stretched like lifelines, holding it in place. The sky was slightly overcast, giving the impression that the day would pass slowly, unhurriedly.
I stood watching from a distance, noticing how the boat became the center of simple yet meaningful activity. Around it, small boats could be seen occasionally moving slowly, as if following the rhythm of the water that never truly stands still. There was a sense of peace that was hard to describe, as if time passed more slowly in this place.
But behind that tranquility lay the struggles of the fishermen who depend on the sea every day. They not only battle the waves, but also uncertainty. Sometimes they return with abundant catches, sometimes they have to accept the fact that the sea doesn't always provide. But they keep returning, again and again, with the same hope.
I realized that life is not much different from that boat. Sometimes we have to pause, bound by circumstances, waiting for the right time to set sail again. Not every day is about moving forward. There are times when silence is an essential part of the journey.
The wind blew gently, rustling the ropes tied to the front. The ship was still there, steady, waiting for its time to set sail again. And perhaps, that's how we should live our lives. Not in a rush, but ready when the opportunity arises.
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 |
