I just talked to a very lovely person who seems to be in a very shitty place.

People who’ve invested a lot in their spiritual growth, tend to really freak out when dark days arrive.

It’s confusing to realize that all your knowledge, all your apparent moments of bliss and transcendence, offer no leverage whatsoever.

I say this lovingly, and knowingly.

Right now I happen to be in a really good place, but it can vary a lot.

I’m very much aware of this dreadful confusion, and I’m also very aware of how difficult it is to deal with.

Who knows?

Sometimes it helps to see it as a lesson.

Sometimes you’re able to stay with it and not get completely engulfed by it.

Sometimes you can even dive straight into it and come up again with whatever it is you come up with.

And many times it just creates sheer panic.

You run towards your bookshelves or YouTube, looking for exercises, tips, and other ways to up your spiritual game (and get distracted).

It’s unavoidable.

It’s obviously unavoidable because it happens.

Obviously.

But what else can you do about it?

Well, nothing.

Not really.

Time will fix it for you.

And yet, in the meantime, you can do whatever seems the right thing to do.

Or the only thing.

Drinking.

Reading.

Complaining.

Meditating.

Building a tiny house.

Coaching.

Getting in fights with people on Facebook.

Or just get lost in it a bit more.

It sucks, it REALLY sucks, that sometimes the only thing you can do is drag yourself through the day.

It’s not very elegant, and it doesn’t seem very awakened.

But who the fuck cares?

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