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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 ...

Thankful

Are you okay?
Yes I am..
But I wasn't ,
As I responded to that,
Because what else to say,
When you aren't,
Are you feeling good?
Yes I am..
When I wasn't,
But how will it help,
If I responded for real,
Do you need water?
Yes I want..
But just shut down,
The surrounding chatter,
With infinite laughter,
I couldn't bear,
The noise,
Inside me growing larger,
Than my voice that was,
Shaking my exterior poise,
My daughter,
Came closer..
As she held my,
trembling hand,
As she whispered,
Mom, it will get better..
My partner,
Looked at me,
And wanted me to know..
It's okay,
Not to be okay,
Getting drunk,
And throwing up..
Is all part of growing up,
Till the part,
Where you start loving,
Just water again..
My mom and dad,
Comforted me, 
That although sad as it looks,
Things aren't that bad..
As explained by the books,
Relationships and people,
Are the ones that make you stable,
While everything else,
Can topple,  
Well, there will be loads of trouble,
But more than that the faces..
That can't bear the sight , as you fumble,
While they will not let you stumble,
You can can carry on the indefinite grumble,
I took a deep breath,
And felt a touch,
Works isn't life and death..
It's just a bridge,
That's built as such,
To take you from one,
Destination to another,
So even if it ends halfway..
Without giving much of a direction,
Or Outreach,
Try to take some rest,
Before going any further..
Because the destination you seek,
Needs a closer peak,
Or it's time to switch to another...
 
*Dedicated to all the one's, who got impacted by recent layoffs. Don't loose hope !
* pic courtesy : pinterest artist Anne Watkins

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