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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 ...

Cry

It’s all a lie..
But why.
Cry.
What starts ends.
What breaks mends.
What seems impossible comprehends.
The face that smiles fades..
The face that hurts trades..
The eyes that meant ran into a cascade.
Revolt rises to subside.
Jolt ceases to reside.
Bolted doors open to showcase empty corridors.
It’s never too late to find those unsaid words.
It’s too early to assume those words will ever be heard.
It’s too easy to give up on the irony of being absurd.
It’s nothing but a sigh..

But why..
Cry.
What holds leaves.
What goes two folds decieves.
What annoys receives..
What was untold believes.
The wrapped up heart..
The charred up mark.
The scar within..
An unknown spark.
Tears are bold..
Riding cold into the slippery eyes.
Failed attempt to wait until they imitate a false state.
It’s a hunger of an imaginary kind.
An anger of a foolish mind.

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