"Live the questions; each person is a mystery; & we're all just trying to get by."
I grew up moving between Tulsa, Houston, and the UK.
My first job was as a shoe salesman.
Since then, life, spiritual inquiry, and purpose-driven work has taken me all over the world.
Three years of working in Bhutan - the "happiest place" that is complex, beautiful, and all sorts of strange - has cultivated my curiosity for learning more about the world and creating impact.
I started a revolution there.
Well, not really. But I did agitate a few young people to start the first Youth Parliament there. We also started up a Media Lab which is now a base for youth voice and expression.
Yes, you touch on one of our preliminary solutions - allowing customers to serve their own portions of rice and noodles. At present, hawkers offer a standard serving, which we think is likely a contributing factor to food waste. Because both noodles and rice are relatively cheap, having an open pot for self-service would be relatively inexpensive and potentially lead to less wastage. We hope to explore this idea further in the next stage.
What a brilliant idea! Immediately what popped into my mind is a kind of musical theater performance. Perhaps the musicians could work with the families to recapture some of their fondest memories of the individual in theatrical form (along with a soundtrack). This would be another way for those grieving to express their love for the individual. Of course you would need trained actors and rehearsals, but I think this could be both a poignant and playful way of commemorating and communicating what the person dying has meant to them.