Today I returned to a corner of a fishing village that still retains its old atmosphere, a place where time seems to slow down and the sound of crashing waves becomes the rhythm of life. On the green lawn, an old wooden boat sits quietly, leaning against the ground as if resting from a long voyage.
This boat has probably conquered many waves, bringing in the seafood that provides the family's livelihood. Now, it sits quietly under the hot sun, accompanied by crumpled sails and memories quietly lingering within its wood, blackened by salt and time.
Behind it, a simple building with a tarpaulin roof bears witness to the harshness of coastal life. Everything is simple, yet it feels full of meaning. There is no luxury, but there is steadfastness. There is no glitz, but there is pride.
This morning I realized that there is beauty in imperfect things. That strength is not always apparent from the outside, but in how something withstands the storm.
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 | Aceh Province. Indonesian Country. |