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Writer's pictureDillon Casella

TARZAN

There is not only one, for there are many. They do not necessarily live amongst the jungle, they just comprehend the dangers that roam, and choose to accept the gamble of their own lives. It is an environment where they understand that every step taken, if not taken carefully, may be a fight for their life. It is no act. It is no chase for attention. It is merely their love and respect for the land that leave them accepted by the creatures that roam this Hell on Earth.”


CONNECTION

This planet we inhabit is more than just a place, she is a being. She is alive just as she is intelligent. Her purpose is to use the power that she possesses, in order to create a connection between each individual plant, animal, and being; completed with a unique approach to each organism.


Her ways of connection could be just as obvious, as much as complicated. Her love can be beautiful, just as it can be heartbreaking. Her divine strength can be comforting, just as it could have the power to rip you apart to bloody fucking pieces.


Mother Earth seems to have a certain power that is completely unpredictable to all. She speaks to me more every day, in ways I still do not understand. However, she seems to create certain patterns within her prerogative. It is without a doubt that she shares her energy to all that live among her. Some people may be blessed with a perfect environmental energy, while others may be provided tribulations in the form of her harsh traits.


She obtains the ability to be aware of certain organisms that carry a natural respect for her powerful presence. Mimicking the human race with her curiosity as she digs her roots deeper, in order to grasp the souls of those individuals; to some, it comes with a certain feeling of discomfort. Driving them deeper within her endless wilderness, a step towards reaching an elevated awareness of how we connect with one another.


The Earth may be a dangerous bitch, but she will reciprocate love and respect when she feels that it is truly earned. When these traits surround a person, she knows. She is a being that houses so much hate and trial, to her, a beacon of love and respect shines brighter than a thousand suns.


These chosen individuals she reaches out to, have access to a deeper serenity from struggle. They continue to push beyond their capabilities, boosted by our global home, into the darkness of the unknown. All this because, well… that is the only place they feel anything close to comfort.


Just as promised, Mother Earth reciprocates her love and respect. She uses her strength to provide the life that grows, both the predators that roam and their prey counterpart. Nothing is black and white, nothing is set in stone. Her demeanor simply aims to test the ones who unknowingly deem themselves worthy.


Exactly the reason as to why I stay well trained, for the simple purpose that Mother Earth continues to test me as I blindly cross over into her unpredictable wilderness.


Tarzan

Throughout this life, I have never tried to become anything. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It was less of a goal oriented mission, and more of a journey to find out who the fuck I really am.


It was that curiosity specifically that forced me into the jungle, quite literally, on a journey to finding my unique purpose.


My love for the Amazon taught me to embrace myself as much as it taught me to embrace this Earth. The Rastafarian community preaches the importance of growing their hair out long, as it connects them deeper into their spirituality. I can surely admit that I share a similarity with their beliefs.


As I implemented the practice of loving this planet into my life, my mind, body, and soul had started to not only link, but peak their proficiency. I began to notice many changes. By opening myself up to my true potential, I became aware that my physical abilities were nothing to take lightly.

There are several reasons I have loved the character of Tarzan, his connection to nature most of all. As I worked on my connection to the same spirit, there were clear changes, even in my physical health. I began to transform from maintaining useless strength, and began to develop a sort of ‘raw athleticism’ I had not been able to achieve before. Forcing me down an infinite journey of overall self improvement.


ME

Tarzan is not a person, it is a type of person.


The constant feeling of discomfort that drove me into the heart of the jungle in the first place, was not knowing who I really was. A perilous journey, for the sole purpose of discovering even the slightest understanding of exactly who the fuck I am.


I fear I will never reach an ending to this expedition, but for now, for once, I see a clear answer. For whatever fucking reason... I am chosen.






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