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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 ...

Don't Worry, I am Fine







Don't worry
I am fine
Yes it hurts
but yet I sit and dine
Yes sometimes 
tears come out of
nowhere...
but it gets too heavy to share
Yes I see
a lot of memories
gushing through
ripping my gut
yet I sit and stare
Don't worry
I will be fine
don't ask questions 
that make me hurt even more
not sure how we measure
humanity score
people started talking
about politics and tour
while I was still
fresh out of cold shower
that just pour underneath 
Don't worry
get in line
this time the turn
is mine
the aftermath isn't 
quite over
there is a path of
loneliness to endeavor
My eyes 
still searching
my head 
still itching
about the loss
that has no cover
Don't worry
this too shall pass
then I will be
all chirpy pointless
smiling lass
because sadness
is left alone
while people
choose dancing
awkwardly in 
a wedding zone
I was told
the life that remains
needs to be celebrated
but what about
the life that 
just got cremated
ashes don't just melt
in thin air
it needs to be felt
hypothetically smeared to be fair
Don't worry 
I am fine
What's unfair
is human by design
undermining numbnesss
outcasting kindness
What's unfair
is the dark thoughts
that clots to dare
to ruin someone
and sheepishly smile
Don't worry
I will be fine
yes it will hurt
everyday
as I stay 
as I look around
as with death
the only reality is
you will never find
what's lost 
you will always mind
that's missing
being bitter 
than the most




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