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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 ...

Struggle

Struggle is a juggle when you lose sight of what you are seeking

Struggle is a juggle when hearts are pounding

Struggle is a juggle when the carts are leaving

Struggle is a juggle when you really don't know why things are happening

It's like you did something real wrong

Or you plucked the wrong string in your guitar and picked the wrong song

Struggle is a juggle when you cry and someone asks why you don't try

Struggle is a juggle when you look at everyone else and find them smiling

Struggle is a juggle when you are alone

It's like you are always finding an excuse to be all by yourself

Or you talk to people who are not even there but you desperately just want them

Struggle is a boat that sinks 

Struggle is a fart that stinks

Struggle is a tornado with no one but a broken tree that survived

Struggle is a wave that doesn't wait for shells to just float on the surface

Struggle is the pen that leaks ink

Struggle is the den that is darker than minds can think

Struggle is the hand that doesn't want holding 

Struggle is the shoulder that shakes off the pitiful cold attempts

Struggle is the looking into the eye that talks sorrow that will come again tomorrow..

Struggle is the one who wants to let go

Struggle is the one who has an oozy toe

Struggle isn't over

Until ashes are flying all over..





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