That morning, the streets were still quiet, even though activity had begun to pick up. At the edge of the intersection, an old motorcycle stopped for a moment. It wasn't just any motorcycle, but one that had been modified to carry fresh fish. On the left and right sides, large, slightly yellowed plastic containers hung, a sign of being used for years to weather the heat and rain.
The distinctive aroma of the sea seemed to be carried along, even though the beach wasn't far away. Beneath its simplicity, the motorcycle held a story of struggle. Every day, its rider had to wake up earlier than most, set out to catch fish, and then travel from one place to another to sell their catch.
It wasn't always easy. Sometimes the fish sold out quickly, but oftentimes they had to return home with leftovers. Scorching heat, sudden rain, and even rough roads were all part of the journey. But the wheels kept turning, just like the unwavering spirit.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of more modern vehicles, the motorcycle kept moving, carrying not only fish but also the hope of keeping the kitchen steaming at home. Every drop of sweat that fell on the road testified to a labor unseen by many.
Seeing it made me realize that sustenance can come from anywhere, as long as you're willing to put in the effort. It doesn't have to be luxurious, it doesn't have to be perfect. The important thing is to keep moving, like that motorbike faithfully delivering fresh fish to the hands of customers.
Simple, yet meaningful.
| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
|---|---|---|
 | Realme C53 | Nanggroe Aceh Darussalam |
