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Mind your Business

There is one person in life that I am responsible for - me; me, myself and I. There are exceptions like parent and babies, or mentally-ill patients, etc. The one person who I solely control is myself.

But why is this important? Because I have seen too many people destroy themselves or the things around them because they were concerned with more than themselves. My job is a perfect example. There are certain people who can arrive to work whenever and suffer no consequences. I, on the other hand, must be punctual and ready to work everyday. Now I could spend my day upset and angry that I can't do what the "Jones'" do, but I do not control the Jones's. I must make sure that I am doing my job, regardless of what anyone else in that building does. I could take the attitude that I should do what others do, but when I lose my job, the phrase, "but he did it too," will not negate the issue that I was not performing my duties.

Too many people are finding themselves traveling down treacherous roads because they cannot understand that the only thing in this life that they control is themselves. As a Black man, I cannot control stereotypes that most of us sell drugs and commit crimes. But I do control me allowing myself to sell drugs and affirm these negative images. No it's not fair that there is a double standard between promiscuous men and promiscuous women. The only thing you control is not being "whorish" and you don't have to argue with people that they shouldn't call you a hoe.

When you begin to simply concern yourself with how you act, perform, treat people, etc. you will find that the amount of mess in your life decreases dramatically. You will feel so free because you will have released a lot of problems that you could not change anyway. If some people or groups can cheat or pay people for grades, so be it. You cannot change that system so you may as well go to class and study. You may hate arrogant Greeks after they cross, but you only control your attitude, so why worry if her letters "are going to her head?" She paid, I mean earned them, so why do you care?

Mind your own business. That should take up all of your spare time.

"Nigga respect the game, that should be it
What you eat don't make me shit" - Jay-Z

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