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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 ...

Dogs

Dogs greet,
everytime,
they meet,
they meet,
everytime,
like the first time,

pushing their,
wet nose against you,
to play,
everytime an urge to,
rush and stay..

while sleeping,
when aproached,
their tail,
would still keep dancing,
while digging their,
sniffs onto their toys,
they come to you,
all jumpy and pouncing,
with eyes seeking,
approvals...

They keep you protected,
in a manner like,
no one else,
they check if you are okay,
and follow you,
to a cave or,
a shabby mess..

They make requests,
which even though,
hit rejects,
doesn't end up,
reflecting stature,
rubbing themselves,
all over you,
they sit alongside,
as if they are,
always ready for the ride,
whenever...

If it's late,
They wait,
If it's hate,
They relate,
If it's tears,
They seek to distract..
Trust me,
At some point they do,
Have the power to read your mind..

They come to check,
On you at night,
They always acknowledge,
That you are right,
Your daughter just adores it's presence,
Even though more often they fight..
And while you walk ahead,
You will always find them behind..

I can go on and on..
But his toy is squeaking on my lap,
While his tail is wagging like a windy snap,
So while I storm out,
With 4 feet's running right after,
Share your abode with an animal and thank me later...


*Dedicated to our furry friend Brownie, who came and became a part of our world on 8/28/2022.



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