Why do we exist? What is life? What is the purpose of my unique perspective in this plane of reality? Why am I here to endure life and all of its obstacles? Am I here to masturbate, get fat and sick, never be happy, and be always in the lazy pursuit of some hackneyed fantasy? I hope not. I want true companionship and a meaningful life where icicles, desert sand, the miracle of photosynthesis, butterfly metamorphosis, and distant galaxies aren’t clouded in my perspective. Even if I never answer the above questions in my lifetime, I take myself farther away from my intelligence and my power over my experience when I PMO. I want to learn self-discipline and gain control over my actions. After all, I am supposed to be the master of my impulses so why is it so hard to control arousal? There is no immediate benefit from having a pointless orgasm. Sure, there’s a release of feel-good chemicals that the brain receives as a reward system but I doubt masturbating helps me accomplish anything other than what’s visceral.