Your Body, Your Responsibility: The Sacred Vehicle We Neglect

We live in a world where we won’t even dare charge a smartphone with the wrong cable. We study specs before buying it. We protect it with cases, screen protectors, apps to keep it “healthy.” We wouldn’t put diesel in a gasoline engine — because we know we’d wreck the car. We take time to understand what it needs to run well, and we give it just that. No shortcuts.

Now tell me something…

Why do we treat our phones and our cars with more respect and understanding than the one vehicle we didn’t have to pay for — our own body?

The most advanced, miraculous machine in existence. One that self-heals. One that breathes on its own. Pumps blood. Processes emotions. Feeds an entire nervous system. Regenerates cells. Sends you warning signs when something’s off. That body.

And yet…

We eat garbage.

We sleep poorly.

We ignore its needs.

We numb its alarms.

And worst of all — we outsource its care.

We hand our health over to someone else like it’s their job.

“It’s the doctor’s job.”

“It’s the government’s job.”

“It’s genetics.”

“It’s bad luck.”

No.

It’s you.

It’s always been you.

This is your body. Your temple. Your sacred vessel to navigate this human experience. It deserves reverence. Not just “maintenance when it breaks.” Devotion. Curiosity. A commitment to learn what it needs — physically, emotionally, energetically — so that you can truly live and not just survive.

Stop looking for magic pills to fix what conscious living would have prevented.

Stop asking others to heal what you keep wounding.

It’s not about blame. It’s about ownership.

Nobody else is coming to save your body. That’s your job.

So here’s the real question: If you knew your body was your only vehicle for this lifetime… would you finally learn how to drive it? Or keep leaving it in someone else’s hands hoping for a miracle?