Travelling home on the bus today, I looked outside through the window and saw a man lying on the pavement in full view on the main road, as traffic crawled past in rush hour. Homeless, I assume. He was surrounded by pedestrians, and I noticed his legs moving as he lay outside a corporate office. I noticed blood on the pavement, and on his mouth. Maybe he won't last the night. What struck me, alongside feeling horrible for him and sad regardless, was how I could have been metaphorically glued to a screen with PMO, seeking to serve only my needs. Every other consequence of PMO aside, all philosophy aside, all reasoning for behaviour aside, I cannot deny or argue against the fact that PMO is inherently selfish and self focused. In practicing PMO, I am seeking to fulfil my needs only, no matter how I justify getting to that point. The needs of a homeless man on the street are secondary. The needs of my partner are secondary, the needs of my children, pets, co-workers, family, neighbours - in the moment of practicing PMO with all its dopamine and enjoyment, the only person I care about is myself. If, for the goal of becoming 'outward focused' alone, I sacrifice PMO, I am already bettering the life I live. A life well lived is not a selfish endeavour, it is putting others before myself, helping others, a life of service and giving. I cannot see how PMO (or any inherently selfish behaviour) can possibly fit into this outward looking framework. The constant cry of the brain to indulge, indulge, give in, give up, cannot trump the higher calling if we want to truly live.