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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 ...

If I Ever

If I ever forget you..
Remind me of the smile I used to stare.
For long hours..
While the short lived encounters seemed unfair.
If I ever forget you..
Remind me of the nights.
You held me staying quiet..
Until I cuddled and slept …
Till the first day light.
If I ever forget you..
Remind me of the nightmare..
I kept narrating ..
While you were all ears..
Even though your days weren’t all icing to untouched cake layers.
If I ever forget you..
Remind me of the insanely rain..
Where you drove through the rampage.
To self control the damage.
Gobbling up your inner rage.
If I ever forget you..
Remind me why you had to go.
While I was still looking out for you..
Everyday since you left.
Because the repulsive me..
Just doesn’t resent..
Whatever you meant..
As it refuses to forget..
Like a blatant regret.

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