I’m still not convinced the word “spirituality” even refers to anything real.
I do value inner peace, emotionality, empathy and awareness of my (our) position in the universe. If that’s what spirituality is about, then yes.
But meanwhile, I continue to believe the “soul” is nothing but an ancient fantasy. An arrogant pedestal the human species has erected for itself, clung to by those desperate to believe we have some cosmic significance in an age where the evidence piles up that we are infinitesimal and purely physical beings stuck in the gravity well of a pale blue dot drifting in a cold uncaring void.
I also continue to believe the world is a wonderful place, and not being at the centre of the universe does not make me the slightest bit less thankful to be alive. Each of us has been given the opportunity to exist, to experience life, to explore the world, to marvel at its beauty and magnificence. Even without any illusions of personal grandeur, our physical existence itself is a precious gift we should not belittle.
My two cents.