The Ink Well || The Old Gate and the Remaining Serenity

There's something serene yet storied about an old gate like this. The paint is fading, the ironwork is a little rusty, but that's precisely where the simple beauty lies. Behind this gate, many footsteps once came and went; the laughter of children playing in the yard, afternoon conversations under the banana tree, and the silence of the night when everyone had fallen asleep.

Now, only the sound of the wind occasionally rustles gently through the gaps in the ironwork, as if whispering old memories that refuse to be completely lost. Time passes without us realizing it, and slowly every place holds a piece of a person's journey, including this simple gate.

I stood for a moment in front of this gate, smelling the wet earth after the rain. It was nothing special, but somehow a sense of peace emerged. Perhaps it's because a place like this reminds us that life doesn't always have to be glamorous to be meaningful.

Sometimes, all we need is a quiet, simple, and real moment like this where we can breathe slowly, look back on the past without burden, and move forward with a lighter heart.

Serenity doesn't always come from new places, but often from old things that persist amidst change. This gate may be old, but it still stands tall, as if to say: "It's okay to be simple, as long as it's still there."

Note: I am writing in Indonesian and using the help of Google translate to translate into English.

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