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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 ...

Drew

I drew ..
A puppet that could fly.
I drew..
A trumpet that would lie.
I drew..
A horse that will not run.
I drew..
It’s course just or fun.
I drew..
Myself with white long hair.
I drew..
A robber that will not dare.
I drew..
A pauper who refuses to beg.
I drew..
A butterfly without a leg.
I drew..
A sword that feared blood.
I drew..
An angry face..
That would never change it’s pace.
I drew hope..
That will never win.
I drew desire..
That will fight outliers.
I drew a friend..
Sitting beside me watching sunset.
I drew hands..
That never leaves me after dark.
I drew night..
Beaming with stars.
I drew faces..
Smiling at me from far.
But I never drew the frown..
Even when I failed to draw each one their crown.

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