The Dance of Smoke

The Dance of Smoke

By Trevor A. Keveloh

In this ever-changing thing we call life, your perception will constantly change, grow, die and rebirth as you experience more and new things. The problem with a good percentage of people is they don’t truly understand the real meaning behind growth. 

Growing doesn’t mean growing up, it means, growing. Evolving. Learning from your mistakes and either continuing to succumb to them or learning how to look them in the eye and say loudly, “NOT TODAY, NOOOOOOT TODAY!” So much is taken for granted in all the faucets of life. Money, food, clothing, housing but most importantly, happiness. I’m not going to get into a soapbox war about what is true happiness because I can tell you, I’ve been incredibly happy in two different aspects in my life, so let’s just let happiness be whatever it wants to be. Let’s leave happiness alone and just be it when we want, or are, or whatever tha fawk. 

The point I’m going to eventually (hopefully) get across in this twisted sense of Treality is how our perception changes as we grow. 

People have milestones in their lives; they accomplish goals, both large and small, easy and hawd. After you accomplish that, some are just happy they did it, move on and that’s that, doneskis. Some people create a new goal and go after that and continue to just chase goals, which is a good thing. But then there are some people who really REALLY look into the goals they have accomplished, really break it down both mentally and physically, and then embrace how and what they have beaten. To really embrace your “enemy” so to speak and learn and breakdown and then move forward to the next, now that is def seeing things differently. Your perception changes. Your life changes.

And that’s what creates wars, two parties not seeing eye to eye on a subject/issue but I’m not about to get into that shit. Yea, fawk all that noise for another long one I’m not about to dabble in. But. Wars, wars, ahhhhh wars…. They can be both large and small, both silly and serious, but a war is a war. I’m not justtalking guns and tanks and jet packs and shit, I’m talking small wars. Like my crew vs your crew or my hood vs your hood or NNHS vs NCHS. Diamond Deuces vs TVOs type shit. Or simply two people disagreeing about a subject and one doesn’t know how to stay civil so they end up saying or doing something stupid. Those types of war are just as harmful as fawk. It’s often the aggressor of that war that will say and do some pretty petty and evil shit. But that’s because that person’sreality or perception hasn’t changed or evolved, they are still thinking in an older way and haven’t been able to grasp the evolution of their counterpart. It happens. It happens all the time. I see it in work scenarios, friendships, dating and so on. If we as a whole just started accepting people for who they are and spend less time expecting people to be a certain way, I really think we as a society would be a bit more civil and a lot less violent. However, it’s not like that. Many people out there are holding on to old feelings, or old ways, old perceptions, old grudges (Wear the grudge like a crown.  Desperate to control. Unable to forgive. And sinking deeper. #ToolTangent.) that have not yet evolved into the now. Hopefully they catch up, because if you get stuck in your old ways and your old perceptions too long, you miss out on some really cool shit happening in this world around you.

As I’ve grown as a person this past year, I have really understood a lot about certain aspects of my life and life in general. It’s really amazing and fascinating at the same time on what can be done and accomplished if you let things happen, with a focused goal in mind. A strange delicate balance of perseverance and allowing things to happen, and in the middle is where true magic is made. Taking a script, a story and allowing the people to Improv and embracing that human interaction, bringing those emotions to surface and just going tha FAWK after it. Once you open up, once you become one with all and just shut tha fawk up, you’ll get what I’m saying, you’ll see the dance of the smoke.