Spiritual Reconstruction or Nah

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I realized yesterday that I have become a very UN-spiritual person. I don’t dabble in the metaphysical world at all. I like to say that I’m exploring who I am, and that I’m open to mystical concepts, but the truth is that I’m pretty satisfied with a world that I can touch, and that can touch me back. A world full of people I love, people I don’t, and everything in between. A world full of trees, grass, sunshine, clouds, dirt, muddy puddles, concrete, and brick.

It’s that I never imagined that I would become a person who didn’t resonate with a spiritual approach to life. I’m not saying this to brag. I don’t think I like it. Even so, I know what I’ve walked away from, and I don’t feel like I’ve even tried to process a brand of spirituality separated from what I’ve always known.

In the world of spiritual deconstruction you will find many who have found their way into what they call reconstruction. They’ve shattered everything they’ve ever known, and now they’re trying to pick up the pieces, and I always hate it when I hear or read about it, because I don’t want to pick my pieces back up. I don’t want any of them. I don’t even want to recycle them. I want them gone forever. I want to leave them where they fell, and I don’t want even one single piece of my spiritual past to make its way into my present or future.

So, what is an alternative to reconstruction? How does one leave the remnants of a fundamentalist-scarred spirituality behind, and build something completely new? Even more resonant to me is the possibility that I’m actually on the right track — that I don’t necessarily need to tap into anything spiritual to live a full life.

I don’t know. What say you?