That morning, the sky looked a little gloomy, as if holding back a story yet to be told. I stood on a street corner, gazing at the old buildings, their colors beginning to fade, yet they remained standing strong, like silent witnesses to the passage of time. The paint was peeling, the balcony railings were rusting, but that was precisely where the beauty of their honest simplicity lay.
Motorcycles passed by nonstop. Two men passed in front of me, chatting lightly on their motorcycles, perhaps discussing work or simply joking to relieve fatigue. On the other side of the street, several small food stalls were beginning to open. The aroma of coffee and fried foods seemed to mingle with the morning air, creating a very intimate atmosphere.
I realized that a place like this might seem ordinary to some. No tall buildings, no big city crowds, but this is where life really felt. People moved with their own purpose, going about their routines without much complaint.
Sometimes we are so busy searching for beautiful places that we forget that beauty is all around us. On a simple street corner, in a dilapidated old building, in a brief conversation between people we don't even know.
That day I learned one thing: that life isn't always about luxury. There's serenity in simplicity, and there's a story in every corner we often overlook.
And perhaps, it's in places like these that we truly learn to be grateful.
| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
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 @gunting | Realme C53 | Nanggroe Aceh Darussalam |
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