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Friendly Addiction - Culture Is Not Tradition — It Means Showing Up

Don’t talk culture to me when you don’t have the emotional quotient that goes with it. When people speak about culture, they often point to traditions, religion, heritage, or social identity. But to me, culture is something far deeper than rituals or backgrounds. Culture is the act of showing up. It is the willingness to be present when no one else is there — when trauma is difficult to process, when loss creates an endless vacuum, when grief has the capacity to swallow the life out of someone. Culture reveals itself in the moments when life is at its most fragile. After death. After accidents. At funerals. During interventions. During rehabilitation. After emotional breakdowns. After panic attacks. After meltdowns. In such moments, human beings do not need lectures or explanations. They need presence. Souls need connection to face the unknown. Yet often people confuse culture with very different things. They measure culture by professional achievements, by the titles they hold ...

Happiness


Looking at me as she bursts Into Laughter..
My heart catches her twinkling little eyes.
What more am I Searching for..something pokes me inside..
When I have eternity on my fingers grasp.
Innocence Tied Onto me like glue..
But Sometimes the nightmare of separation gets me into despair.






Impatient Waves hitting the shore as they roar tonight..
In the midst of Dusk..
Giving the sky a look so pious.
Where the spell of sunset gets envious.
Even though it makes you calm..
The Silence is going to darken with the night's charm.






What will make me Happy is everyone's ask..
When sitting right beside you is your 
righteous bask..
You can't hold it longer..
But it definitely makes you younger.
Like kittens and puppies rolling all over..While you roll with them...
Avoid slipping on your back with the thud.. 

then Don't you start searching for a whole new world..

It's a meticulous desire to play with fire..
With no burning sensation until the day you turn to ashes..
The wish to fly without wings..
While you Jump  down the mountain with strings ..
Lots of wishes lined up one after the other..
With the one less satisfying than another.


Careful as Happiness can be a dead end..
Which once attained will break but not mend..
When that laughter comes in , or your hands feel the touch..
You  make your way up the sky, or you love someone till you die..
You kiss someone with a vow, or you hug someone never to let them go..
There it is ....what you have been looking for..
Happiness followed by eternal bliss..
But you will feel it's presence only if that's what you Miss..

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