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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 ...

Smile

You look great..
Be atrocious..
You are fate.
Your kindness..
Is outrageous.
Your fear..
Is courageous.
Smile..
For you soaked stains.
Be spacious..
For you absorb emptiness.
Be ridiculous..
When it comes to love.
Be gracious..
When it comes to loose.
Be harmful..
To unknown malice.
Be plentiful..
For the need of little to suffice.
Smile..
For you took frown away.
Be numb..
For being stupid is all you have.
Be ardent..
To a stranger’s grasp..
Be addictive.
To a friendly wasp.
Play your role..
Capture drama through grieve in control.
Travel places..
With a staunchy soul.
Things that scare..
Can dig out the flair.
Do look back..
But don’t wait in queue.
End the chase ..
If there’s nothing new.
Smile..
For you can..
Always get started.
But get retracted..
Like fresh drops of dew.
As you hold the wet sand making it fly..
Between your fingers..
As they try..
Embracing the breeze..
Water squishing your toe..
While waves resonate appease.
Echoing your friends than foe.
For you were still there..
As they preferred to go.
And that’s what counts.
Over poignant sigh..
That goes mounting high..
Smile.
As your spirit..
Defeats every lie.
Constantly hiding that you cry..
Failing to comply abruptly.
But always got up to defy.
Starting all over..

As those eyes glare at me bravely.

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