14/01/2025
Writing is what I do for a living and for fun. And here is a random thought I had while watching someone offering free hugs on the street...
So, if you ask me, will we ever stop reading books written by human hands or watching films shaped by human hearts? On the surface, I guess we might but if we dig deeper, I think eventually it will lead us into a cold, hermit-like existence. It’s like thinking you don’t need a hug until its comforting warmth reminds you of how much you actually longed for it.
When we open a book written by a human, only then do we realize how much we actually craved that connection.
Can we ever truly live without the comfort of a fellow human’s hug? The reassuring touch of someone made of flesh and bones, someone who may not have lived our experiences but can still sense our joy, sorrow or pain – the essence of our humanity. It’s a journey of laughter, tears, firsts, losses and discoveries, each uniquely ours yet profoundly uniting. These moments define us and bring us together in ways only we, humans, understand.
So I wouldn’t trade the raw, sometimes imperfect beauty of a human story for anything that could be perfectly crafted otherwise.