Freewrite || Refuel, Continue the Journey

Being at the gas station this morning made me think about how a small routine like refueling can become an essential part of daily life. This is where all types of vehicles gather: private cars, motorized tricycles, and even large trucks, all lined up neatly with one common goal in mind: refueling so they can get back on the road.

I noticed the faces around me. Some drivers seemed rushed, constantly checking their watches, perhaps rushing to work or important appointments. Others were relaxed, waiting their turn while chatting with the gas station attendant, discussing trivial matters like the weather or the fluctuating price of fuel. Despite the rising sun, the atmosphere remained lively the hustle and bustle typical of a productive morning.

The cars lined up like a never-ending flow of time. Each vehicle carried its own story: a journey to work, back to the village, dropping off children at school, or simply continuing with daily activities. Amidst the bustle, I was reminded that life is like a long journey we need to stop for a moment, recharge, and then continue with renewed vigor.

I smiled slightly as I saw a father and son on a motorcycle, sharing a joke as they waited for their turn. There was a simple warmth there, a reminder that even in a place as crowded as a gas station, there are still small moments that can bring peace.

When it was finally my turn, I rolled down the car window, handed over the money, and smelled the distinct aroma of fuel a smell that might be ordinary to some, but to me, it reminded me of long journeys, adventures, and every stopover I'd ever passed.

Life, after all, is about keeping moving. But stopping occasionally to refuel isn't a sign of weakness, but rather part of the journey itself.

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

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