If There’s a God, I Hope He Gets My Jokes

How important is spirituality in your life?

So someone asked me the other day, “How important is spirituality in your life?” and I just stood there blinking like a deer in headlights. Because honestly? I don’t even know how to answer that without sounding like a smartass or a philosopher on too much caffeine.

I’m agnostic. Which basically means I don’t claim to know anything for sure when it comes to God, gods, higher powers, cosmic energies, or whatever else people believe in. I’m not here to mock anyone’s faith—if you’ve found peace, purpose, or guidance in something spiritual, hell yeah, good for you. But for me, it’s all a giant question mark wrapped in a shrug.

Spirituality is a weird space for people like me. I’m not out lighting candles for the moon cycles or meditating under waterfalls. But I still have those “what the hell is the meaning of life” moments like everyone else. Sometimes I’ll be out hiking or geocaching in the woods, and for a split second, I feel something bigger than myself—something peaceful, powerful, and completely unexplainable. Is that spiritual? Maybe. Is it just my brain finally shutting the hell up and letting me breathe? Also possible.

I don’t go to church, I don’t have a guru, and I’ve never spoken in tongues (unless cussing out loud while stepping in dog poop counts). But I still try to be a decent person, show kindness when I can, and make peace with my own chaos. If there’s some higher power keeping score, I hope they like sarcasm and punk rock.

So yeah—spirituality? I guess it’s important in the sense that I don’t reject it entirely, but I also don’t chase it. I think it’s okay to admit you don’t know everything and still find meaning in your own messy way.

Some people find God in church. I find peace in a hammock with a coffee and my dogs snoring nearby. Same vibe, less pressure.