The word passenger has two definitions in my mind.

Those who are about to board an airplane.

And those whose body’s and systems run rampant and chaotic, resulting in chronic disease.

Those people are passengers because they cannot go do or experience what they want to experience.

They can’t go experience the euphoria of hiking Mt. Pinnacle.

They can’t experience a good night’s sleep.

They can’t experience multiple weeks on end where they didn’t let a situation make them super anxious and irritable.

They can’t experience a body that is symptom free.

And when they do have symptoms, they can’t do anything they want to do.

Their body, their system dictates what they do or don’t do.

They are a passenger in life.

And instead of living, they just exist.

And now your mind is not your friend.