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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 ...

What Do You Like

What do you like ?
I like you..
Finding it all new..
Gave a smile..
Clad in drops of dew.
Sweat inside holding winter..
Eyes collide turning squinter..
Are you for real?
What makes it surreal?
You said it’s me..
I don’t know what you see.
The breeze that soothes..
When all that it cares is..
What that means to me.
Trapped in the glare..
Avoiding an hour long stare.
Do you know how this ends?
Some branches get weaker by frequent bends.
What about the whole portal of wrong messages..
Into the world that it sends.
Well neither me nor you..
Can repair those faulty apprehends.
Deserted in the salty tracks..
Pinching were the rugged sandy sacks.
What do you like?
It’s still you..
I don’t think it’s true..
Though words left now are few..
Some did get bitter while standing in the queue.
Some got scattered in the morning hue..
Shattered by the footprints that flew..
Boundaries were drawn..
Rubbing off the dream shaping up to the dawn.
When I knew I drew all of this not just for you.

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