The World Cup and Southern Africa

During the world cup I will be traveling around South Africa. After the tournament is over, I plan to travel over ground about 1800 miles up to Nairobi, where I will fly back to the states from in early August.

In this blog I hope to share my experiences, thoughts, and stories. I am not completely sure why I am here, I hope to know by the time I leave. I will focus on a few topics:
1) How do we develop people? (Education, Values, etc..)
2) Is there any absolute truth? I hope so.
3) Football

This will not be clean and edited, it is my journal. I will write very much in stream of consciousness, most statements I make are questions that I wish answered. Please feel free to add to my inner-dialogue.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Quality of Life

Hey all, Sorry its been awhile, I am currently in Lilongwe, Malawi. I had a whirlwind trip around Namibia, then I went to Zambia, saw Victoria falls, then I got sick, I think I'm almost better, and that brings us up to date. I may fill in the rest later. Life moves fast on the road.

I would like to pose a question about quality of life....this is a very flawed question,of course there is not one definite answer, but I would appreciate any responses.

So what is the most influential factor in a person's quality of life?

I would like to say that the quality of an individual's relationships is the most important factor in one's quality of life.

Perhaps it is physical health, this past week I didnt care about anyone or anything, nothing else could possibly matter until I was healthy again.

You could use the hierarchy of needs...I forget how it goes...but basically a person can't think about things such as relationship until they have water and food, then safety....etc. But I think it's more complex than that.

So anyway, there is the question, choose one human need or desire and defend it as the most important factor in our quality of life. It should be 1-8 pages double spaced, size and font dont matter. Stay Well Family.

1 comment:

  1. Some of my worst memories are being sick in Africa. My all-consuming thought at the time was "I want to go home". The good thing is you're too messed up to operationalize that desire. Glad you're better Fef.