When Hugging Becomes an Act of Resistance

Last week, a good friend of mine who is single and lives in the city said to me on the phone, “I’ve got a date tonight. I’m done with Covid. I can’t take it anymore. I need hugs! I need cuddles!”

I couldn’t blame her. These past two months, I’ve thought about what it must have been like for all those single people living alone. Devoid not only of human contact, but of intimate, physical contact, a critical part of any human being’s mental, emotional and physical health.

I never thought we’d reach this point in our world, but it seems like we have: hugging another person has become an act of resistance, but it also represents so much more.

When I hug you, I declare loud and clear that:

  • I refuse to live in fear.

Palestinians living in Occupied Palestine under Israeli military rule say that their existence is resistance. For the rest of us, hugging is resistance. Resistance to tyranny and censorship. Resistance to profits over people. Resistance to living under the threat of medical martial law. Resistance to fear.

Hugging is an ode to life. A call to reclaim faith and preserve humanity. A restoration of love.

Hug someone you love today. That is all the immunity you’ll ever need.

Writer, futurist, peacemaker, and aspiring bodhisattva

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