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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 ...

Rain


As the light gets dimmer ..
I look out for the birds flying into the dark shining clouds ..
where sky is free spirited with droplets of water gushing out 
splashing the earth with eternal bliss ..
while here I lay on the grass smelling the dusty wind..
Soaring high I try to touch the smell and sneak it in as to it never ends..


There goes a sparrow discussing his childhood with a squeaky neighborhood.
Bounded  by the vows a chariot has come to take the Rain Goddess while she prefers tip toeing on the wet petals crying on her way as she hates the flowers that withered not getting the chance to bloom..
She flocks into the arms of Earth which makes her shiver but this is the fearless last time as she closes her eyes and tries not to weep..

On my hands the trickles seem to be whispering to the grass about the discover to which wind and breeze cover her back with the jazzy bass ..
I try to ignore as much but the trees couldn’t stop themselves from dancing to the tune making me wet all over..
They all start showering their  best wishes to which rain blushes .. 
My eyes gets damp while I see her flashing her glistening attire like she is on fire..

When Finally the Sun arrives to take his Queen ,he bows down loyally spreading his majestic rainbow..
Everything gets calm as he brightly makes her shy away ..but pain remains hidden in the darkness of the clouds as they start clearing up..
I wish her adieu so did the Earth ..only her heart knows that some day she will fight her way back again...


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