The name’s Jovel “jeo” Casañas.
Im the gorilla who cried wolf.
Im 26. Physically deteriorating but spiritually evolving.
Age has given me alotta beating and has brought me where i am.
Mistakes, right decisions and toss-coin-thinkings are my foundation.
I do not believe life is unfair, life dont suck and it certainly aint a bitch.
We are unfair to life, its us who suck in life.
The system’s standards say i do not have a great life.
But my life is not decided by the system. Nor by the norm.
Nor by the mainstream society. Not even by the underground.
It is decided by me.
And i consider it a bittersweet one.
It has a lil bit of just about everything & anything.
And its a life i can wholly call mine.
I love life but im not afraid of death.
Like all organisms, we will reach an end.
But for every life ended, a new one is started.
Its the natural cycle. We all know it.
So its only alright.
I love music.
My soul needs it to feed.
Elvis is truly the King and he will take us to the promise land.
Common and Mos Def are black geniuses.
Meshuggah and Tool are top architects of their own genres.
Boards of Canada and Mandalay cradles me everyday.
Pachelbel’s Canon in D is always instant nirvana.
Im not a purist.I cant listen to just one type of music.
because the world is just filled with wonderful melodies of life.
I love everything about the outdoors.
The hard earth and the shaking ocean.
The chase for the horizon.
I’ve been as high as 13,000 feet.
Deep as 130 feet below sea.
Slept on freezing cold summits.
Got lost for hours in backcountry trails.
Dove with sharks and explored historical wrecks.
The horizon is out there, and i will keep on chasing whatevers above and below it.
A few have criticized it as luxury i cant afford.
For me, Its not luxury. Its a choice.
I think people should not have boundaries on the things they love to do.
And i look at it as no different from any other stuff other people do.
A climb in mindanao is just like an all-night party at the fort.
A costly dive in palau is just like a chick saving up for a Louis Vuitton bag.
You can be a ball player, a coffee addict, a drag racer, a fashionista or anything.
It doesnt matter. It will all boil down to one thing.
People have their own choices.
Islands, gourmet cooking, drawing, brothers burger pounders, long walks, cerveza negra, mrt rides with music in my ear, chewy mashed potatoes, a nutella filled sandwich, or bacon filled wheat bread with lotsa olives and cheese, high elevations, closed quarters, wide open spaces, darkness of my room and its past midnight, the moon and a few stars, drinking alone at gerry’s, adobo shreds, cafe med, taking pictures of people and places. the feeling of being a real soldier at
war when playing airsoft… just some of the stuff i love.
Im an absurdist and an existentialist.
People try too hard to find purpose and meaning and spend their whole life looking.
Never realizing that it has already become their purpose, to look for one, and theyve forgotten to live life, not to the fullest, but in the way they want to.Most people will realize they cant find a meaning so they turn to a higher being. To a god. And will say that “god has plans for me” or “he knows my purpose”. If people will see god as the purpose, then what is god’s purpose? to be the people’s purpose? Im trying not laugh while i write this, he might be watching.
This may sound a lil contradicting, but i believe in a god. Though ive become less of a jesus-in-the-cross fan as i got older, i still believe in the god that jesus symbolized when he was nailed tight that one afternoon. If you would accept that jesus was just a mere man, you cant deny the fact that the guys back then really know how to sensationalize a guy.
Well im not sure whats real and whats not. I just believe there’s a god.
Not because i need to believe so i’d have a tix to heaven when i die.
Its just a feeling.
Then if we say that its a feeling, then we can say that everything we believe is just a product of the billions of electronic signals firing in and out of our nerve endings and shit.
Wew, im already talking gibberish here.
Anyways, did i mention that back in world war II, my grandpa was a brave gorilla? Yep, he fought the japs off for the country. 