Passion of the Buddha

"Happily letting my life go to pot. (And other drugs.)"
The Chemical Buddha never understood why people would tell him his life was going to pot with such disdain. The idea of a pot filled life didn't bother him at all. In fact, he took it as a compliment. Besides, what was he supposed to do? Let his life go to work? Let his life go to buying a bunch of crap he didn't need? Let his life go to judging other people and trying to make himself look better than them? Now that seemed like a waste of time. Pot seemed to be a lot better than all of those options. Personally, The Chemical Buddha didn't care what his followers let their lives go to. As long at they cared about whatever 'it' was and followed it with a passion. Because to him, a life without caring and love might as well be called death.
What are you passionate about? How often do you follow your passion?
What one thing are you willing to give your life to?