I created this blog a few weeks ago and since then have been wondering what on earth I should put up as my first post.  Though I began this site as a space to which I can commit my ideas, my writings, and my thoughts, setting pen to paper (even fingertips to keyboard) has been incredibly difficult.  I hope to discover and share some insights into the communities around me and the people and ideas that inspire me, but I suppose in order to start doing that, I literally need to start.

That’s when I came across this: a poem that I had written back in 2010 during my undergrad at UCLA.  It seems strange to think that this was 4 YEARS ago.  Time passes so quickly, but what’s absolutely fascinating to me is the continuity of ideas over time.  I wrote this 4 years ago, and upon discovering it again in my email’s “sent” box, I wasn’t sure with how much of the rambling poem’s sentiments I still agreed.  Then I read it again.  The words pulled thoughts, feelings from somewhere in the back of my consciousness up to the forefront of my mind- ideas that I used to know, beliefs I used to hold so dearly.  In a way, my past self is instructing my current self on how to think, presenting my current mind with my own forgotten ideas, and allowing me to now decide all over again how true these past theories ring.

This is why I would like to record my thoughts.  This is a live journal, an open forum for my present self to instruct my future self.  Not all the posts will be self-reflections.  Many will be explorations of all that is around me.  But some “diary” entries are worth recording, if only to provide some food-for-thought for those future “selves” out there in tomorrow-land and to see which ideas truly stand the test of time.

Marbles

I don’t want to give up my naïveté;

I don’t want to give up the comfort,

The peace I have always known.

People see it as oblivion, as innocence-

Even as ignorance…

But I don’t see it as a bad thing-

Not completely at least…

I find that the naïveté spurs confidence,

Drives dreams-

It creates that perfect world-

Even if only one theoretical-

Where anything is possible,

Where everything is possible.

No one thinks of stopping a child

From dreaming of a happy future…

At what age must he grow up?

At what age must he end his dream-

Recognize it as impractical, unrealistic, ridiculous-

Allow reality to absorb such visions

Further and deeper:

Marbles rolling down a funnel-

Their paths’ radii shortening- soon to reach zero-

Soon to be nonexistent-

Soon to no longer be worth mentioning…

There is no excuse for ignorance-

For blind oblivion;

But an argument remains for its counterpart:

If a goal is strong enough to drive a being,

To fulfill potential, to pursue worldwide interests, global needs,

Does it matter that its roots originated in a young child’s dream?

Who would tell him, then, that he was naïve?