That morning, the road felt narrower than usual. Vehicle engines roared, seemingly unwilling to yield to one another. A large truck lumbered ahead, while on the right, other vehicles tried to find a gap to continue moving forward. On the left, a long wall stood still, witnessing the daily hustle and bustle that recurred without pause.
I stood for a moment, observing everything. Some motorcyclists seemed patiently waiting, while others looked anxious, eager to get through this small traffic jam. Some chose to stop, while others dared to squeeze through the almost nonexistent space. They all had the same goal, but their methods for achieving it varied.
Behind this simple situation, there were many unseen stories. Perhaps some were in a hurry for work, others wanted to get home quickly, or simply went about their daily routine without much thought. This narrow road wasn't just about passing vehicles, but about life continuing on, even if it sometimes felt obstructed.
The sky was clear, as if giving hope that everything would be okay. Despite the traffic jams and the heat, everyone continues to move slowly toward their respective destinations. No one truly stops, just slows down for a moment and then continues on their journey.
Sometimes life is like this road. It's not always wide and smooth. There are times when we have to be patient, wait our turn, and accept the situation. But as long as we keep moving, no matter how small the step, we're still on our way.
And perhaps that's the true meaning of travel.
| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
|---|---|---|
 | Realme C53 | Nanggroe Aceh Darussalam |
