The Inception

Inception is a beginning. A beginning is a thought. A thought is a product of your wisdom. Wisdom is the result of your understanding. Your understanding is your exposure. Your exposure is your living. Your living is your every moment, accountable and idle. And then it’s again an inception. A beginning begins a beginning. And this beginning begins another beginning. So it’s all a beginning after a beginning, a start after a start. A level in a level is what we are in and as a result of this we grow into a thorny reference book. And how far you are into these kinds of things which implicate you to some kind of unreal realities is what defines your wisdom. An unreal reality is which appears to be moving, but in real it is not. Just look outside your window or around now and what do you see? Beautiful scenery, children playing and maybe it is sunny or may be raining. You will find a small score or smears in everything you see from these kinds of tranquil observations. You feel like to take back yourself to some of your memorable histories hiding behind those scores or smears, i mean, i am using the word smear to point out the referable bookmarks we usually store to go back and live with our own times, mostly the best times. 

Subconscious mind is your archive here. It will take you back so swiftly if you allow, to the memories, the memories you like to share or live in them forever. It is quite sensible to say that we don’t forget these memories, good and bad ,as easy as we appear to or we promise to do so. We have them planted deep inside our scaly minds. The emotional fertility of our mind makes them stay alive for years. We bring these planted nurseries of memories to the present world, trying to repair them, hoping to modify them or in the best cases, to enhance them to their best forms. But it never to be forgotten that any kind of past is made of a stone that doesn’t obey chiselling. It is meant to be reused the way it is. And we try to ignore this aspect. Modification has no meaning here, in a subconscious memory. The levels down there are not frozen but open for visits. You can go down to your memories and live in/with them the way you want. You can talk to everyone you see there the same way you spoke to them earlier, or even better. The least you can do is to roam around and the worst you can do is to try to change it. Expectations and corrections add here. Surprisingly none of these attempts work well, because the levels aren’t frozen, but the subjects and their limitations are. How you live in there is as identical as a visiting a museum, where you can talk to things, express your love to them but never can expect them back to be the same. A museum is storage of memories, memories that won’t change forever. You are just a visitor. You shall come and go. But all those communications you do with these museum things can be possibly the result of what you wanted to create in the present level which begins to take in effect the moment you step out of the museum. The memories remain same, sometimes rejuvenated. Resurrection begins. 

While you deeply are involved in looking your inside, some mistakes what you found there happens to get repeated in your present level. We alert ourselves to rectify them. We shuttle between these two levels, past and present to troubleshoot the happenings. Sometimes mistakes take up to new shapes. You begin to wonder how to relate them to your previous one and try to derive coherence. Most of the time is lost in assuming it to be old ones and you end up committing a new one. This is spread to your daily routine. You try to educate others, talk to them about your past, through different media. Writers do it more often. We read their mistakes through their stories and get implanted with a subconscious memory, which might, sometimes, entirely change the reader’s life. I have seen people talking about role models and inspiring stories. These role models who can be your father or a film star communicates their past with you, which though you weren’t part of it ,becomes your subjective past. Subjective past or memories begin at home. Your mom or dad screwing you up to be what they wanted you to be like, is one good example. Their subconscious memory, reflexes begins to affect your present life, in a way like decision making or aims. It is just another beginning. Your father or mother or teacher or friends or anyone to whom you listen to creates a memory that can haunt you for your life, because you are being observed through a window of the past, others’ past. This is something that is unavoidable. We technically die here ending up in someone else unconstructed dream, the limbo I mean what we unknowingly become a citizen of. You grow old with those planted ideas assuming that its your only fate. I know friends who live in the limbo, growing sick and helpless, just because they followed blindly others’ dream. They don’t know the exit of the maze they are in. Change comes progressively as you meet someone who can make you remind all your mistakes and when you look up to see the exit, you will know you are out of limbo and into the reality. You will begin to pass on your lessons to others. And that is how things are incepted into others’ mind. You will begin to resurrect your lifestyle, trying to undo the reality in unreality. Reality in unreality is something like the story of the fire. To upgrade this it is just an assumed reality in an unexpected reality. It is sometimes the helpless situation that takes up the unexpected reality’s position. But the assumed reality stay fit to be lived as long as you march forward in your unreal times. Time fails to mention you when it comes out. It only teaches you lessons that you should prefer to make it an open source to others because you must have started this unreality expedition for your reality on basis of one such open sources. And such open sources are more important and are the only unbiased guides. This leads you to go heights you dream of. You can be what you wanted to be even when you are not young enough for it. You can start a new level or you can join already created levels to help them modify into a better form. 

So ambition never dies. It is just inherited to others. Like in a case of a man who wanted a light in his dark cave passed his desire to his generations. It went on to live like an assumed reality until it found happening in the hands of Edison. And until then it is just unexpected reality. Unexpected reality gives no other choice other than to accept it. It is we you have to step on this dirt to jump to higher levels of our assumed reality. And if you didn’t complete this jump, you better give a chance to someone in the next levels to continue your leap. And what ever you see through your window will be as beautiful as a unit of arranged flower pots. As calm as a retired life. You are not there in the act, even when your reality is happening. That is what a true meaning of life and living all about. It makes your idea a legend. Feel like to start one such inception? You are already in one.

-Aroon Che