On freedom

It’s far better to strive and create than to passively survive. For society, sure, but also better for you as a person. There are forms of joy that aren’t available to someone just existing.

“The real thing” is a more complex concept than many people appreciate, and a lot of it happens inside the skull and is heavily mediated by that skull’s other contents. It is definitely possible to get to a place where “the fake thing” appears to be strictly superior; general gooner behavior is more or less a superhighway directly to this state. Further, this general pattern generalizes to most of the other pleasures of human existence.

The greatest source of joy in my life by far is my eldest child. Interacting with them, reading to them, the joy they radiate whenever they see me in the morning or when waking from a nap, cuddling with them and singing them to sleep at night are profoundly wonderful experiences that I would not trade for anything. But I remember quite well being quite determined to never have children, because they obviously interfered with all the “fun” I wanted to have playing video games and pursuing various hobbies. I do not think there are words present-Me could say to past-Me to convince them of their error; they thought the way they did because their mind was shaped by their circumstances and experiences, and only a change in circumstances and experiences could deliver a change of mind.

One thought I’ve had is for alcohol or drug addicts or really anyone, is there a convincing rationalist answer for why people should quit or not use destructive drugs?

If one’s moral framework is entirely built around one’s own pleasure and benefit (or limbic gratification as you say), then sure, none of the above matter and anything I say will fall on deaf ears. There’s no logical argument I can provide to convince you that I’m right. But frankly, not calling your parents or raising your children or treating your wife well or reading books or staying fit is, for lack of a better term, a bitch move, no? At the risk of typical-minding after already admitting I’m weird, I think nearly every man has this urge or understands what I mean when I say that.