A Different Path

It would serve me not to trust people. To keep them at least arms length away. To call them out on every word that spilled from their lips. Perhaps become a woman that sarcastically mocked each thought that escaped a persons tongue. I should especially do this when the sound reverberated from the vocal cords of the male population. In all fairness, it is not only the male populace that I need to use a keen sense of intuitiveness.  

Bewilderment falls upon my shoulders as to why I would want to change myself. It is a highly conceivable notion that I may not be the one that should change. In all probability, the change may need to transpire inside the hearts and minds of the ones that I am referring. This logic is credible when expressed since I have habitually made a habit out of assuming it was I that needed to change. I falter when it comes to the shards of deception that encapsulates the heart of some. At best, it could be the incapacity of a person to know how to feel. Perhaps it is the inability to feel anything through a rainless perception. In this new life I am living I have found that some citizens in this supposed civilized society are not at all civilized in their actions, words, or thoughts. When people point at themselves, things can be done to change. In this instance, the adjustment needs to come with me understanding that at times it is not about the change I need to do. Others need not change either. The alteration that is needed lies in the action of stepping over and around and walking in the opposite direction of some and taking the hands of others and forging a new path.