Standing in a small harbor lined with fishing boats huddled together, I felt an atmosphere full of stories. The wooden boats, painted blue and green, slightly faded by the ravages of time, seemed to bear silent witness to the daily lives of coastal communities who depend on the sea for their livelihood. Some boats appeared freshly painted, their colors still bright and fresh, while others looked old, their paint peeling, leaving the wood with a rough yet dignified texture. Each boat seemed to hold a long story of storms they had faced, fish caught, and hopes brought home.
Inside one of the boats, a large net was visible, covered with a makeshift cloth, perhaps used at sea overnight or awaiting repairs. The salty scent of the sea mixed with the damp wood added to the distinctive atmosphere. The gentle sound of water lapping against the hull of the boat was rhythmic, adding to the peaceful atmosphere despite the bustling harbor. In the distance, rows of fishermen's houses with red roofs and green trees complemented the natural landscape.
I imagined the activity here in the early morning, before the sun had fully risen. The fishermen are usually already prepared, tying their nets, preparing bait, and checking their boat engines. Their chatter mingles with the sound of the boat engines, creating a harmonious coastal life that is inextricably linked to the rhythm of the sea. Likewise, in the afternoon, the harbor is bustling again with boats returning home with their catch. There's a sense of fatigue, but also a sense of joy when fresh fish are brought ashore, waiting to be sold or consumed by their families.
This scene isn't just about boats and the sea; it's about the constant movement of life. It's about hard work, hope, and the close relationship between humans and nature. The sea provides life, but it also demands courage. The fishermen know full well that every time they set sail, they face not only waves but also uncertainty. Yet, the sea remains their haven, for it is where they return again and again, for it is their source of sustenance.
Looking at these boats, I learn about patience and perseverance. Just as fishermen continue to sail despite unpredictable weather, we too must bravely face all conditions in life. There are times when storms come, there are times when the catch is small, but the belief to keep trying is what keeps the boat of our lives sailing.
Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.
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@gunting|Realme C53|Aceh Province. Indonesian Country.