Experts are Idiots. Idiots are Experts.

“No one knows, but we all get to find out.”
The Chemical Buddha wasn’t a big believer in expert advice or professional opinions. People who thought they knew everything were usually proven to not know anything. Because their brains would twist the information to fit what they saw. The ‘experts’ mind/intellect wasn’t open to seeing something new. He preferred the thinking of novices and idiots. They usually had a way of boiling things down into the simplest components. Some would say they were too simple, but TCB found a lot of value in starting there. For the record, The Chemical Buddha never passed himself off as an expert on anything other than himself. He was the only person who knew the most about TCB. That was the reason he was often pissed off when people tried to act like they were an expert on his life and what he should do with it.
What do you know? What don’t you know? What do you think you know?
How well do you know your own life and what motivates you?

Last Dance with Mary Jane

“Pot: smokeable amnesia.”
When The Chemical Buddha was smoking pot he couldn’t remember what he’d just said let alone what he was going to do or what he had been doing. To him, pot was the perfect way to release all attachments to the past. Another benefit is it helped him enjoy every little moment of life. Like the taste, texture and colors of the world around him. And everything he ate was ‘the best ever!’ Of course smoking weed also helped him loose all attachment to getting shit done. Along with any motivation for being successful. So while it was a mixed bag of benefits, The Chemical Buddha thought the positives far outweighed the negatives. But labels like ‘positive’ and ‘negative’ always depended upon your perspective. And what end of the bong you were on.
What do you need to forget?
How would you benefit from slowing down and taking in what the world has to offer?

Longing for Life

“What’s the use in living a long time if you have nothing to live for?”
As The Chemical Buddha watched his parents age, they seemed to lose interest in what was going on in their lives. In fact, everyone he saw over the age of 50 seemed to be mindlessly going through the motions. He wondered, other than debt and a feeling of obligation, why those people got out of bed in the morning? TCB was drawn by the call of new and wondrous drugs and sex partners. Not to mention all the new types of junk food those multi-national companies were cranking out. To TCB, life was good. In fact, he didn’t like going to sleep out of fear he would miss something new and cool.
What motivates you? Why do you get out of bed in the morning?
What do you like about your life?