Spirituality Isn't Complicated

Somewhere along the line, spirituality got taken over by people who love techniques and long routines. Suddenly there are 47 step morning rituals, colour coded journals, breathing methods with instruction manuals, and gurus who live in huts but somehow still run podcasts.

Apparently enlightenment has become a part time job.

But here is the truth nobody tells you:

Spirituality is just being here, right now, exactly as you are.

Even if that means wearing pyjamas that have given up, lying sideways like a highly emotional prawn, and eating crisps in bed with the dedication of a small raccoon. No breathwork. No journaling. No forced transformation. And definitely no chakras being aligned unless by accident.

Presence is presence, even when you are eating Monster Munch.

There is no cosmic punishment for choosing crisps over transcendence. In fact most people trying very hard to be spiritual would wake up faster if they stopped trying and let themselves be human for five whole minutes.

The universe does not care what you are doing. It cares how here you are while doing it.

And sometimes the present moment just tastes like crisps.

Sometimes enlightenment looks like a blanket pulled up to your chin, a bag rustling softly, the thought “I am not fixing anything right now”, and the bliss of knowing you are not performing for the imaginary spiritual police.

There is no reward for suffering. There is no reward for effort. There is only you, right here, experiencing whatever is honestly true in this moment.

If it is peace, great.

If it is chaos, also great.

If it is slightly regretful snacking, welcome to being human.

Spirituality was never meant to be a punishment. It was meant to feel like coming home.

And if your homecoming happens in bed, in pyjamas, covered in crumbs, congratulations. You have cracked it.

Presence is not an aesthetic. It is permission.

And today the permission slip says: be here exactly as you are. Crisps optional but highly recommended.