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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 ...

Tremble

I can see tears ..
But can do nothing.
I can see worries..
But can do nothing.
I can see fear of loss..
I can see smear of moss.
I can see rust..
Accumulated dust.
Giving up trust.
Sinking down to adjust.
But can do nothing.
I have been told to go on..
As no one waits alone.
I can see promises fall apart..
I can see kisses seeping through.
I can see love empty as ever..

I can see lies binding them over.
I can see tries that never got started..
I can see smiles that departed.
Anger has a new meaning.
Ego is self demeaning.
Pride is of nuisance.
It’s the ride of penance.
I can hear the grumble..
The inner mumble.
The gibberish fumble of adulthood.
That ..
It never pays back to be humble.
So cease the fake assemble.
And ease the tremble within.

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