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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 ...

HeartBreak

The night filled with stars as I stalked the silver moon with all my talking..
Caught those angelic eyes on the sidewalk which for a moment blinked as I kept walking.

The earth beneath went upside down where I stood smiling hiding my frown..
That day was worth remembering as the eyes invented an invisible crown.

A deep breath pure in stature making a warm sheath with infinite moments of caricature..
The Smile right in front gives you more than when it's with you..
Addiction is annoying but the way it happens it's without you knowing.


And Here I am Now...

The chilly wind held me tight as my heart had tripped over..
Standing there while he has gone forever...
Drifting apart falling down under,
Courageous when you are the one to surrender..


Dragged myself past the same sidewalk..
As my eyes had stopped searching anymore whatever it was. had left me feeling sore..
Fighting the clouds as I felt despised with the drops touching me..
Wiping as I couldn't stop getting wet all over my face..
For destiny had already defined its way to end the chase..

Living in an illusion is where everyone's heart dwells..
The mind plays its games so running towards darkness is lame..

There is a river to swallow along with a mud pit to wallow..
Others will get chosen over you..
While you stare long enough to be tired of thinking what if it was you..
Opening the door to scornful laughter as you comfort your heart to cease pain.

There is no truth in love ..
What you feel Lies ...When You Tighten the grip It Defies...

The last puff when you quit smoking 
should be enough to last a lifetime sparing you remorse and eternal choking..


It is the Emotions which makes the roaring Noise...
But The Heart Breaks With Poise...





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