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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 ...

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I keep wondering if you were real,
Or you were just being nice to me..
I keep wondering if trust is two way,
Or it isn’t an age old advice to me..
I keep wondering if love ever happened,
Or perhaps a rolling dice for me..
I keep wondering if failure is harder,
Or success lies to me..
I keep wondering if chastity is freedom,
Or honesty cries all over me..
I keep wondering if it’s going to get better,
Or the stage has portrayed a psychic actor..
A pleading wish while fingers crossed,
Wept over the edge as coins got tossed..
A choice was inflicted,
As the results got me tricked..
Nobody shall realize except me,
And it is me who can flee..
Nevertheless if it’s meant to be,
It’s going to happen within a walking spree..
Cause I can’t be forever true,
Without him not having the slightest clue.
Or among the very few,
Just keep wondering if only he knew..

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