The Richest Place on Earth


This past week I had the honor and the privilege of participating in the “Wreaths Across America” program with the VFW (Veterans of Foreign Wars). I drove with others to several cemeteries across Southeastern Pennsylvania and placed wreaths on the graves of fallen Veterans. It truly was a wonderful experience, and one that I will be taking on, on a larger scale, for many years to come.

All of that time walking through rows of graves, for hours on end, searching out the specific plots, some more well cared for than others, really got me thinking about something that I heard long ago, and that I echoed earlier this year in my “What is Freedom?” video.

The cemetery is hands down the richest place on earth.

In addition to the wonderful life stories, experiences, achievements of those who rest there for the ages, lay all of the unrealized potential, and the dreams and aspirations on which were never acted.

To quote the impeccably dressed, handsome star of said video:

“Here you’ll find the hopes, dreams and aspirations of the masses buried forever. The book they never wrote, the trip they never took, the moments and memories they never created with loved ones because they were too busy. Everything they ever wanted to produce or manifest for themselves that they did not… is buried here”.

We choose what we take with us. We vote on what’s left at the end through our repetitive actions towards becoming the man we wish to be, and playing the game of life at the highest level.

We choose whether we live a life of abundance and joy, or one of cheeto dust, ugly women, cheap whiskey, and making the paper for our ninth DUI.

We are all mortal creatures (except a handful of us that battle it out across time with swords because “In the end there can be only one”… It’s more of a curse than a gift. I can’t tell you how irritating it is to go Christmas shopping, have your hands full of bags of trinkets and garlands, and have to draw your sword to dispatch a Scottish Priest that has tracked you since the renaissance). This means most of you are going to die at some point. That’s the reality.

When that day comes, your time is over. Your opportunities for accomplishing objectives in this world are no more.

You go into that grave, to be pissed and shit on for eternity by asshole cemetery deer, or to the crematorium to be incinerated into a coarse ash that no amount of lotion can address, taking all of your unrealized dreams and desires with you to rest.

You absolutely owe it to yourself and your loved ones to live your life in the grandest of fashions. You don’t want to leave anything in the tank here, give it the whole fucking belt.

I want you to imagine that your life is a young masseur’s prostate, and you are John Travolta, and milk that motherfucker for all it’s worth.

Travolta says, “Milk Away!”

No one can do it for you.

Others can help, provide influence, feedback, and direction, but NO ONE can do it for you.

This is a singleton mission, and your life depends on it in more ways than one.

In the end there IS only one; You.

Do it big, make it count. Add to the wealth of your final resting place in a positive way by seeing to it that your balance sheet is loaded to the hilt with your legacy, accomplishments, memories, and experiences, and all but devoid of regrets and missed opportunities.

This isn’t a call to action to be answered “some day”, it is an outright challenge to begin today, and continue for the unpredictable duration of your time here on earth.

Make it happen.

If you haven’t yet, check out JP’s video “What is Freedom?” by clicking here.



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