By looking at the title, I bet you would know that I am here to complicate stuff (again). Bear with my not-so-philosophical journey of seeking, not solutions to problems, not answers to questions, not even an offender for a crime; just some insights for a deep thought: an identity that can at any time be at the risk of getting lost. One day around a month ago, I was sitting in the lobby of UCL Institute of Education (IoE). I was reading through my essay and making some final amendments before sending it through Turnitin, when a lady who was sitting beside me frankly asked me and another guy who sat at the corner a short but very precise question. "What is good about being a student here?" I took my hands off my keyboard, but my eyes weren't off the laptop screen. 'What an ironic question,' I thought to myself. I have a feeling that I did unconsciously gave myself a cynical smile, which I hope none of them would have actually realised. But.... Why did
A good life is not all about having pleasing moments, but how we make the moments pleasurable.