We are reflected in the spinner of an airplane. (I thought it was called a nose cone, but was quickly corrected...)
He considers flying his selfish temptation (the word for the day) but I see it as his neglected passion that used to bring him great joy. Life, work and other responsibilities have left his flying days in the past, but the desire still burns deeply; I will encourage him to rediscover his joy. Fostering joy is not selfish, but rather necessary to feeling fulfilled.