Friday, February 5, 2010


"Chile," a dialect derivative of the word "child," is often used in African-American culture when speaking to one another in a nurturing manner. It has grown to have a different connotation from the literal meaning of "child" to a way of expressing conversational intimacy - trust or a certain level of shared understanding.

You often hear, "Chile, let me tell you," or "listen, chile" or my favorite, "chile, please..." which (because it is rhetorical) applies to so many different conversations and situations.

In light of this, I would like to make a point that there is often a shared understanding between two people, yet one or both persons neglect that understanding (if it is present) in hopes of a more favorable situation. Chile, let me tell you, the faster you realize how easily we complicate situations -unnecessarily - with our self-interest, the better off you will be. Oprah says, "When someone shows you who they really are, believe them the first time." Why do we expect people to change after they show us their true colors? Is this a tragic, human flaw?

I, unfortunately, am an idealist, so, I tend to attempt to look at a person's heart. Recently, I have concluded that with most mature adults there isn't a disconnect between their brain and heart, and that they obviously make conscious decisions to be who they are. Disappointing? It shouldn't be. Why would you blame someone for being who he or she is?

There is virtue in accepting a person for who he or she is without judging; there is pain in realizing a person will never be who or what you want that individual to be; there is good karma and glitter for those who genuinely have good hearts and wish people well; and finally, there is a place called hell for those who, without a doubt, deserve to burn for their evil.

That is about as intimate (allusion here, in case you missed it) as this post is going to get.

Think about it.
Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile

No comments:

Post a Comment