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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 ...

Grief

I stood right there but you were gone.
Tried holding you back but your presence had faded...
My head was still resting on your lap, when you moved away..
hands tightly on my grasp couldn't avoid the emptiness..
Eyes just don't want to believe what they are bound to see..
They hold their breathe while looking everywhere for the face which lit me up..

I stand right across but you chose not to cross..
With the thought of meeting you I doze off ..
Everyday the birds of dawn ask me your arrival..
As the horses run past me at dusk ,you are nowhere close.


The Moments spent were right here haven't even realized they are bygone .
When you heard me while walking along without denying a reply..
Like a cloud in an empty sky puffing me as you sway.
As the night gets darker I see you coming my way..
Holding my hands keeping it close to your heart.


I cannot help my tears ..
My fearless being might get startled from pain.
Hope remains to see you again..
While my mind is aware driving me insane..

As I smile at you when you smile back..
As you hold me never to let me go..
 I run only to find myself trudging through sand as you become impossible to reach .

My waves are ready to hit the shore but the sun has set
And the tide will soon die down...

I don't see this ending..
With your self  gone and my thoughts still pending..
It will perish once it forgets to hurt.
Until then grief might stay making their way out through tears in dismay.









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