Spirituality is just a word, a placeholder, a symbol. It’s a sound we use to point toward something that resists being contained. For one person, it’s religion. For another, it’s meditation. For someone else, it’s nature, music, or the simple act of being present. Each definition says more about the person using the word than the thing itself.

Every system of belief starts the same way. Someone, somewhere, tries to make sense of the chaos. Lightning strikes. Crops fail. A child is born. A life ends. The questions pile up faster than the answers do. So, we build frameworks. Stories. Rules. We build something to hold onto in a universe that doesn’t come with instructions.