Scenario:

I am a child of mildly religious parents in an overtly religious community. The first moment I felt air, I
was born in a hospital room with a cross. Before I had a mind to think of my own, I had attended masses.
My elementary school life was filled with rosaries and chapels in a Chinese Catholic school.

Seeking God seems to be something thrown at me, forced upon by environments and circumstance.
Regardless, this is how society brought me up to be. As such, prayers and bibles were as natural as
breathing. However, there came the time that I have stopped listening to the people around me.

However, one day, I attempted to once again seek this omnipotent being -- maybe out of habit, maybe
out of desperation. I wanted a Christmas miracle and a birthday present, but, of course, I wasn’t granted
my wish.

Scenario:

I have encountered countless dilemmas and pathways of actions based on my own pleasure or the
pleasure of the majority, as just any other person.

It was something as simple as eating, or the lack of eating. Lack of eating naturally led me to become a
recluse in my house. For me, this was all pleasurable – having no need to go out, talk, present myself as
something other than me. On the other hand, I kept troubling my family since I had weakened severely
and had to go to our family doctor multiple times. At the very beginning, I had the choice to be quite
healthy yet I chose the opposite. Maybe this goes to show another flaw of utilitarianism, that an action
based on pleasure is not necessarily a positive action for the surrounding people nor for the doer.