I've been using cannabis pretty regularly since about age 16 in 1996 and I have to say that it does tend mellow me out, slow me down, and make me as some might say, unmotivated. But I can assure you I was pretty unmotivated before I started using cannabis. Articles like this cause me to call into question the whole notion of what being "motivated" in the modern age really means. Typically motivation is measured by how determined you are to "succeed" and "success" in the USA is measured by how much money and materials you have as opposed to how happy you actually are.

I'm a 37 year old male. I still live with my parents. I don't have any kids. I don't have a wife, but I have three FWBs, and if they drop off the scene I'll simply find others. I have a menial part time job that pays the bills and allows me extra spending money for things like new clothes, vacations, and of course, more weed. Working part time also allows me lots of free time that I would never have if I was a "successful" Chicago attorney like my older brother, who is busy from sunrise to sundown. And you know what? I'm perfectly happy this way. I don't have to conquer anything or meet any pointless goal. The rich and poor die alike. I have plenty of good food. I am a vegetarian and in great physical health for age 37. I still have all my hair and none of it is grey. In fact, I often get mistaken for being in my 20s.

Some would say that I'm settling for being a loser. Hey, if this is being a "loser" I'll take it over the eternal legions of "successful" people who are unhappily married/divorced/cheating and are thousands in debt until they are 3/4 of the way to retirement. I don't see "successful" people as being more happy than me just because they drive a brand new car and live in a McMansion, while I drive a 2007 Impala and live with my mommy and daddy.

In fact, most "successful" people seem pretty stressed a lot of the time. I see it on my Facebook. I've literally watched some of my friends' marriages end online after one of them was caught cheating. And you know what comes after that: divorce, courts, alimony, child support...in a word, stress. I've watched some of them lose their jobs suddenly after going to college for 8 years or whatever and subsequently lose their homes and possessions that they measured their "success" by. In this sense, motivation and success to achieve the American dream seem to be avenues to a more stressful life. And once you're trapped in that vicious cycle of materialism and debt, it's hard to break free from it.

Me? Stress is almost nonexistent, and the little stress I do have is always vanquished in the vapor of some tasty Blue Widow or Pineapple Express. And when I'm feeling down (as we all do from time to time), it perks me right up better than any cup of coffee I've ever had, and of course no side effects other than an urge to raid Taco Bell, which as a vegetarian, I do need to be careful about. So I always keep homemade chips, salsa, and bean dip on hand.

In conclusion, I again call into question of what being "motivated" really means and what it really amounts to in the end. Again, it just seems like being motivated to get the family, car, house, etc., is just a path to more stress and less actual happiness. I'm not here to conquer the world and wouldn't want to anyway. I'm just here to live and enjoy the short time I have on this planet. Peace.