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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 ...

Hold My Hands

Hold my hands as I take you..
For a ride.
Hold my hands as you..
Find me beside.
Hold my hands as some waves..
Are high tide.
Hold my hands as I get afraid..
Of the slide.
Hold my hands as I will be close to you..
Hold my hands as the days will be few.
Hold my hands as I cry..
Hold my hands as I try to fly.
Hold my hands as it’s new..
Freshly found as drops of dew.
Hold my hands as they tremble..
Hold my hands when they assemble.
Hold my hands though we drift apart..
Hold my hands as it’s always the start.
Hold my hands as I leave..
Hold my hands when you decieve.
Hold my hands when I am lost..
Hold my hands to get me back at any cost.
Hold my hands when you fear..
Hold my hands when it’s near.
Wipe them off kiss them slow..
And Don’t hold on to me..
That’s the time when you let it go.

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