I’ve been staring at my screen for twenty minutes thinking about whether we’re actually capable of doing something purely for others without getting anything back. Like, when you help a coworker debug a nightmare script or just hold the elevator, do we do it because we’re "good," or because that tiny hit of dopamine feels so nice? 🤔 I saw a deep-dive post about this today and it totally sucked me in. Honestly, I kind of like the idea that being kind might be "selfish" if it means humans are literally wired to feel happy by being helpful. If the result is a better day for someone else, does the motive even matter? It’s such a trip to think about how we're built! ✨

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