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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 ...

Will You Love Me The Same?

If I told you I am older
Will you love me the same way
If I told you I am a cold person
Will you love me the same way
If I told you all that I haven't told anyone yet
Will you love me the same way
If I told you I get depressed pretty often
Will you hold me the same way
If I told you I cannot impress anyone everyday
Will you spend time with me the same way
If I told you I can be pretty challenging 
If I told you I am aging and there are wrinkles under my skin that I hide with makeup
If I told you I am not adjusting and don't talk to
anyone if I don't have to
If I told you I don't dress up on days and eat cereals from the box in a messy way
Will you be with me the same way
Are you still listening or you have run away
If I told you I don't forget easy
And can stalk you for days making you feel uneasy
If I told you I can be dangerously hunting insects
And can jump in muddy water for hours
If I told you I am not afraid of blood
And I can fight until I hear the sound go thud
Will you still sit with me watching sunset in the park
Hold hands while mosquitoes fly around and overlook the dark
If I told you I don't cry
I keep trying not to but if I do I do end up lying that I am not
If I told you I don't have a lot of friends but when pushed to a crowd I pretend I am having fun
If I told you dark stories of memories that I have lived
Will you still respect that my feelings can be genuine
If I told you I can stick to a cave and have conversations by the grave
Will you be bothered by my interests and just leave the premises
If I told you that I don't want to be seen
If I told you that life is pretty when you are hidden
Will you still come hide with me or want me to make a continuous effort to blend in 
If I toldyou, looks like you are gone
I didn't plan on telling you everything that I just admitted
But looks like you just made up your mind, blindly as you just want things to be repeated
Even though it's a circle of being cheated by the one
you promise to love their inner most


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