Going on a good and challenging run, having sex with someone you love, accomplishing something you worked very hard to achieve, these generate these kind of, healthy, serene feelings of joy. It’s a really comfortable, enjoyable type of happiness that doesn’t feel straining or overly intense. Drugs cannot beat this.
What drugs can do, is artificially boost you far beyond that level of joy. Yet the joy feels different.
Even though it’s a far more intense kind of happiness, there’s always that lingering, creeping feeling in the back of your head. That little voice that says ’it’s going to stop working soon and then you’ll feel like shit’. ’The party’s over, all good things come to an end buddy’, ’you’re a useless, drug abusing piece of shit, why are you up at 6 a clock, you have work tomorrow!’