This morning, I found a rope lying on a large rock by the river. It looked like it had been used for a long time the fibers were starting to fray and the ends were slightly frayed. A knot remained, as if it had just been untied from something it had once tied tightly. Around it, dry leaves fell and blew gently in the breeze, adding a calm and mysterious touch to the simple scene.
I stared at the rope for a long time. Perhaps to some, a rope is just a rope an ordinary, meaningless object. But to me, a rope is like a symbol of life. Sometimes it binds, sometimes it releases. Sometimes it holds something from floating away, but on the other hand, it can also become a burden that ensnares if not used wisely. Just like human relationships, work, even dreams all require a balance between holding and letting go.
The large rock where the rope lay seemed to hold a story. Its surface was rough and scarred, a sign of the long passage of time. I imagined that this rope might once have been used by fishermen on this river, to moor their boats after a day of battling the current and wind. Now, all that remains are the remains of the rope and the shadows of the past but traces of that hard work remain.
The wind picked up again, making the end of the rope move slowly, as if alive. The sunlight filtering through the trees illuminated it, and in that moment, I sensed a subtle message from nature: that everything in life has its time. There's a time to tie, and a time to let go. There's a time to hold on, and a time to let go.
The rope on the rock taught me one simple lesson that life isn't about how hard we hold on, but how wisely we know when to let go.
| Photographer | Smartphone used | Location |
|---|---|---|
 | Realme C53 | Nanggroe Aceh Darussalam |
