You Like Me. You Really, Really, Like Me.

“Life is the only thing worth living.”
Admittedly, The Chemical Buddha was pretty stoned when he said this because it seems like a pretty obvious duh? But The Chemical Buddha wasn’t so sure it was that easy. To him, it seemed like a lot of people lived their lives for someone else. So he wasn’t sure if that qualified as living or not. But he definitely didn't think so. He preferred to live his life for himself. Although there were times he saw that he had lived to impress others or to try to get other people to like him. And while it did push him to ‘clean up’ his act, it didn’t necessarily make him happy. In fact, he sometimes gave up some pretty important things in order to go after what he wanted. Then, when he got the object of his desire, he missed what he had given up to get it. This created an unending cycle of unhappiness for TCB. So he decided to start living for himself and hoped he would find someone that liked him for him.
Do you think you’re worthy of being loved just as you are? Why or why not?
What have you given up to be loved?

Death is Always Looking for People

“Death is an equal opportunity employer.”
Although The Chemical Buddha had several money earning ideas in the works, he started to get a little worried about how he was going to buy his drugs, hookers and Twinkies. As he contemplated how easy the rich have it, he realized that rich or poor, we all die. This line of thinking submarined any goals he had of becoming rich, because, what did it matter? He would die someday anyway. As a result he focused more on living and less on earning one. (Which didn’t make sense to him anyway. Because how does one earn a living if you’re already alive?) It was stupid shit like this that The Chemical Buddha pondered in between bong hits and shots.
Are you alive or just earning a living?
What is the end goal of what you are trying to earn?