Change is crucial to the way in which we obtain reward. Even the release of fluids brings about change whether it is because we are crying or ejaculating. How much better do you feel when you pee, especially if you relieve yourself after being stuck unable to do so on a long journey. Of course sexual climax is much much more than a pumping action, great many changes occur albeit briefly in the whole body. The sensation of a cocktail of hormones traversing through the veins is quite distinct from a state of rest. Whether it is new links that create a sense of change or the flow of chemical altering its direction within the mind and body we are geared towards noticing and potentially enjoying it.
Satisfying the curiosity and providing for others, giving pleasure connects reward with the selfish being. Interlinked. When we discover something new, we spark a new node of curiosity and delve into it to get the resultant reward. All three facets are intertwined. You get rewarded through the exploration of curiosity and the satisfaction is for yourself even if the discovery helps other people too. You get rewarded when you help and find out more about yourself in the process.
We feel the changes in state during the day, from being active to sitting still, contemplating or meditating. Busy to relaxed. Stimulation or a day with a lack of stimulants is stimulating. The abstinence, going without, fasting and feasting periods is very enjoyable for many. Routine doesn't imply lack of change when you consider that an individual may do the same thing at roughly the same time each day, yet their body state varies a lot hour to hour. Waking up, eating, doing some activities getting hungry again and so forth until being tired and relishing another good night’s sleep.
Pain has an association with reward. With many forms of pain being electrifying up to a certain point. However, we are keen to run from danger and plead with someone to not kill us. We can have a fear of death. Why? Simply put, we are addicted to life. We become hooked to all those reward chemicals made and dispensed inside us. You need an unsatisfactory lifestyle to lose that addiction.
Stimulation of the senses through hearing, feeling or looking at things and so forth provides the gamut of differences, multi part experiences that change the state of play. To work all day for little more than a small portion of food with minimal respite from the arduous nature of the tasks befallen you may test the will. Somehow the rewards however shallow are sufficient to stoke the selfish want to survive at least until the next day and beyond. Thus, a pointless life is powered by the co-considerational selfish nature, curiosity coupled with boredom and a powerful reward system. A combination of some or all these forces brings about the motivation for the things we do.
Can you do something just for the love of it? Can you do it with no curiosity like an automaton, a robot? Just to pass the time without becoming more masterful and with no feeling of reward whatsoever. Your mother and father may have scolded you for being selfish and it has connotations that we want to avoid but then try doing something that avoids being so and stay alive. Cast aside the word and its general meaning and revel in the real broader concept.
In years gone by, we had such things called zoos where exotic and commonplace animals were held. These were places where our curiosity was placated. They enabled us to see species from distant lands and our selfish wish to do so were truly at the expense of so many creatures that had little in the way of any communicable say in the matter. Put them in a cage, ensure it is small so that there is nothing much to explore. Provide all that is needed so no work is demanded. Make it free of all challenges or at the very least limit them to those that you conjure up for silly amusement. Don't give them any opportunity to decide whether to give or take. Feed them when it suits you. A paradigm of utter dismalness. Wherever you look you find the three same things resonating driving us to happiness or leading to despair if we can’t use them.
Translate this to a human zoo and you will see that you can't get a real reward for just turning up. Don't ever confuse being handed the treat, a cake, some cash or rumpus pompous with the internal reward that is felt when you have truly earned it. It has to be a genuine authentic prize for your endeavours and granted after the chase rather than akin to a dog simply lifting a paw to receive a tasty treat. The dog will go for it every time but only gets proper pleasure when you make them forage for a ball, maybe, or do something interactive that is demanding, taxing.
The most selfish people in the world are those that go out to work so that others don't have to. Smug and content, getting your daily fix of problems to address and work through whilst those stuck indoors are left with nothing much more to do aside from fantasise or attempt to do something naughty just for the challenge.
Sex on the beach sounds great but getting bits of sand in your bits takes the edge off it. Sex in a nice bed with a view of the beach is much better. Work is like that too. There are jobs that wear you down and jobs that gratify. If the only sex you have ever had is on a beach and it hurt, from your perspective sex is not joyous. Work that is hard and demanding is rewarding, work that is demeaning and grim skewers your perception of what work can be.
Going from a time when beans and spaghetti were mixed together in a pan along with a little pepper to brighten the meal, night after night, first world poverty, to a period where money piled in free and easy brought about an odd feeling. After years of hard grind to a place where it became akin to printing money. Upon taking a succession of holidays a sense of being like a gate-crasher emerged. Lots of people running around and beavering away to keep us in glorious luxury. There was a sense of distance, not being there on merit. Different to a reward that is hard fought over. It can make it feel unreal. We can’t appreciate it in quite the same way. It is as though we do not truly deserve it. A lucky gift from the gods. Those surreal moments may not last long nor effect everyone but when it does, it makes it difficult to be fully thankful.
The simplicity of the reward, curiosity and selfishness fans out into all realms of life, getting ever more complex. Reaching out into the vast multitude of possibilities. All those variations. Nevertheless, after extensive analysis, whatever you look at, it can all boil down to the same thing. Every item of human oddity can be traced back, filtering down to what drives us. Try going a day ignoring every time your attention is drawn to something based on a wish to find out. Attempt to speak with no what, why, when, how or who. Then note that people stop listening when they do not care what you have to say. One drive feeds the other, spurring each on.
Curiosity is not confined to just grandiose investigations, it is a ‘broad brush’ that comes into play constantly during each day and operates in layers. The aim of an archaeologist is to try and fathom who lived at a spot, what they ate and what tools they used. However, during the scrapping about in the dirt they will be intrigued by each item that looks interesting. In the moment, they get distracted by something touching them, turning around to see a fly. Countless other things distract and raise queries such as why the tea boy is taking so long making the drinks. We use it hundreds and hundreds of times a day for tiddly brief items, sounds and smells, to the much more involved things that take weeks or months to get to the bottom of.
It can take a good hour to explain the core of what it is that drives us. After doing so, someone asked if there was anything else deeper? One more on the pile of those that don’t see the brilliance of it. After exploring into the deepest crevices, the simplest of things have come to the surface. The pieces have always been around us. Now that they have been put together, it is of great significance. It is not particularly difficult to take in. When someone examines their daily actions, they see these driving forces are at work. Then they appreciate what it means.
Young children and the elderly are brought together to share experiences and learn from one another. It is nice to see, wisdom mixed with unsullied hopefuls. One old lady got left behind on a long walk through the park. A young girl walked back to locate the missing one. The joy, the pleasure of being counted, remembered and not ignored was vocalised at length by this appreciative lady. Nice? Sweet? Yes indeed. There is also a bit of rounding up sheep going on though. We have one missing, where is she? – curiosity. The young girl was rewarded for her apparent kind heartedness. She did it out of diligence, her selfishness, her appearing smart and caring.
The spectrum and degrees of these driving forces is vast. This may give you a rough impression:
Quest; long drawn out with many twists and turns. (2)
Investigation; scrutinising and uncovering more and more information. (145)
Report; gathering essential details and outlaying key points. (772)
Crystallisation; hazy ideas to a clear understanding. (1179)
A brief defining; to cast aside any doubt about what something means. (8243)
The fleeting ‘what is that’. (4477003)
Basic sensory instance acknowledging something you have noticed. (40201099)
Being happy with the outcome and findings of the quest.
Making headway - establishing elements of your discovery.
The drug hit.
Helping, problem solving.
Food, drink, rest and play.
Body state change.
Purely for you with or without spite.
Working where both gain, mutualism.
Giving to others; rewarding when it is appreciated.
Going out of your way to assist, someone else’s pain addressed, and you have less guilt.
Sacrificing something major, hugely rewarding - donating eggs, bone marrow or kidney.
Pure altruism - but you die. Maybe your last act.
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