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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 ...

Shut Doors

Knock on the door..
Can’t wait to see it open.
The last time..
It opened with a smile.
A jump of laughter..
Holding her in my arms.
Was the best kiss after..
Why won’t it open today ?
People leave all the time..
Doors shut with left out rust behind hinges.
Flustered dust coughing out forced in astringes.
A deep cut oozes blood..
You look at it but it doesn’t stop.
A dumb struck truth said right infront..
With you refusing confront.
Hands get cold as you sit by the bed..
All night..
As the tears start to smother.
And all of a sudden you have the urge to smile
Giving up on an everlasting fear.
Eyes don’t want to meet..
While all day you fail to retreat.
Why don’t they talk?
Nor walk.
Or chase me after.
That’s what people do..
You run to them and they run faster without any clue.
Hidden behind doors..
Is the unknown chatter.
Of the one you mentioned latter..
Struggling to pick up an overflowing scatter.
Or pondering over thoughts which..
Don’t really matter.
So leave and stop knocking..
You are blocking the hallway..
As people out here aren’t used to seeing..
people stand all day.
Who they keep tripping over on their way..
While passing through shut doors.

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