Strangely, this is the same rule for surviving a depressive episode.
To be spiritually adrift is to admit that you do not have the map. No one does. The people who claim to know the destination are selling something. The truly wise say, “I am adrift. And I am learning to be okay with that.”
For most of human history, people were not adrift. They were anchored. By tribe. By tradition. By religion. By land. By a story that explained the stars. Today, those anchors have been pulled. Some were cut deliberately (enlightenment, science, individualism). Others just rusted away.
Why the most memorable moments happen when you put down the map.
