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Commentary 1
By Yalonda Smith
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Let me alone mess up my own life. I’ll be the one who
will have much to regret. My life is my own, and it
will be only what I make of it. I choose not to
accomplish my destiny but see others have what I
desire. What I refuse to achieve in my life. I have
a degree in every profession. But, I just don’t like
nor do I desire the attention or happiness that they
would give me. I could do more than what I am doing.
Yet, I have nightmares about how busy my like would be
if I pursue it. I would be so busy doing what I need
to do that there would be no time for me to enjoy what
I do now. Most of everyone who knows me says that I
am my own fool. They tell me that me life is and will
be only how I choose to live it. But, I believe that
a blessing will come to me as long as I keep praying
for one on a day to day bases. This blessing I
believe will come to me without me applying myself to
helping it come true, because to my understanding that
is how blessings work. I live life stress free and
without worry. I wake-up, sit around, and when my
needs are needed I do whatever it takes to get it.
Many asked how I maintain my habit and keep my farm on
its feet at the same time. I have people who work for
me and my son handles what I refuse to do. The words
I have to say for those who choose to judge me is
simple. Let me be my own fool of my own making.
Although I may not have nor be in neither a profession
nor any job in which I get paid I do have a career
that keeps me busy all day long. I poison my body
with alcoholic beverages. I do this because I it
helps me not be depressed. For I am afraid of
experiencing my life as I see it when in my
nightmares. I fear responsibility.
