Being accountable to myself to achieve consistent health and

In the words of Al B. Sure, a man who walked through both fame and frailty, there shines a truth as timeless as the mountains: “Being accountable to myself to achieve consistent health and wellness moving forward is on me.” These are not the proud boasts of a man seeking glory, but the quiet vow of one who has looked inward and found both weakness and strength. In this single breath, he reminds us that the power to heal, to rise, to renew — dwells not in others, but within ourselves.

To be accountable to oneself is a sacred calling. It is to stand before the mirror of the soul and speak honestly, without excuse. It is to say, “No one else will walk this path for me.” In ancient times, men and women sought gods and kings to carry their burdens; but the wise knew that destiny bends only to those who bear it with their own hands. So too does health — of the body, of the mind, and of the spirit — come only to those who guard it with vigilance and self-discipline.

Think of Heracles, son of Zeus, whose strength was famed across the ages. He was not born immortal in body, but forged his might through toil and trial. When commanded to complete twelve labors, he could have cursed the gods for cruelty; instead, he rose. His labors became the measure of his greatness. So too must every man and woman labor for their wellness — not because it is easy, but because it is the proof of inner sovereignty. The body obeys the will, and the will obeys the soul that dares to take responsibility for its own becoming.

There is a story of a man who fell ill in the midst of abundance. He sought healers, medicines, and prayers, but none could restore him. One day, an old monk said, “You have gathered all things but one: the will to live rightly.” Then the man began to rise at dawn, walk under the sun, eat with gratitude, speak with kindness, and forgive himself each night. His strength returned — not by miracle, but by accountability. The monk’s wisdom was simple: No one can heal you if you refuse to tend your own flame.

Consistency — that quiet, unseen virtue — is the chisel that shapes the masterpiece of health. Grand resolutions are but sparks; it is the steady hand, returning each day to the work of care, that builds the temple of wellness. The ancients taught that the heart and the body are gardens: neglect them, and weeds of weakness grow; tend them with discipline, and life flourishes. Health is not a gift bestowed, but a covenant renewed each day between the spirit and the flesh.

To say “It is on me” is not to burden oneself, but to awaken one’s power. The rivers of life flow toward those who take ownership of their journey. Blame is a chain; accountability is a sword that cuts it. The wise know that freedom is not the absence of duty, but the mastery of it. And what greater mastery than to govern one’s own body, one’s own habits, one’s own peace?

Let every listener take this lesson into their heart: do not wait for others to rescue you from neglect, nor for time to grant you mercy. Rise each morning as your own guardian. Feed your body what nourishes, your mind what uplifts, your heart what steadies. When you stumble, forgive yourself — but return to the path. For the one who keeps walking, no matter how slow, shall reach the mountain’s peak.

Thus the words of Al B. Sure echo through the corridors of time: “Being accountable to myself… is on me.” They are not merely the resolve of one man, but the teaching of all ages — that the truest strength lies not in domination, but in discipline; not in perfection, but in persistence. So stand tall, O seeker of wellness, and claim your rightful power: the power to heal, to grow, and to rise — by your own hand, through your own heart, for your own soul.