Having said that, I also start to realise that connecting your small, harmless actions with something deeply rooted; like thinking of the Psyche behind every little action of yourself and others – will also increase the stress…
Thus, enjoy Each and Every moment of your life, even failures as, failures are only to indicate that, this particular way is not the correct way of doing a certain thing or achieving a certain goal for yourself…
But definitely, things change with different people, having different scenarios…
Therefore, probably one thing that doesn’t work for someone, works for you! And vice versa….
Hence, it’s always suggested that one must discuss their problems with other people, it’s possible that they have a workable, fool proof plan for your perturbing problem…
Incredible, I just saw a movie named: ’12 Angry Men’. It’s a courtroom drama. The way a common, sensible man, who has nothing personal linked to the accused, beautifully, smartly, convinced all the jury members that the accused kid is innocent.
Leaving aside his(the accused child’s) appearance, his background, his traumatised childhood, the protagonist reasoned with logic, and literally tore down all the evidences outstandingly, till at the end, to convinced both the jury as well as the audience that the accused might be, or surely be ‘Not Guilty!’.
In the heart of a small English village stood a curious little shop, ‘Tempus & Co.’ known for its collection of antique clocks. The villagers rarely saw its owner, Mr. Elliot Thorn, an elderly man with sharp eyes and a soft voice. Most believed he was just an eccentric clock-maker. But Elliot guarded a secret that ticked louder than any clock in his store — he had built a time machine.
Years ago, Elliot had been a young inventor obsessed with time. He believed that if one could move through space, they could also move through time. After decades of failures and heartache, he finally succeeded. Hidden in the basement of his shop was a peculiar contraption of brass wheels, blinking lights, and a chair that hummed when touched.
Elliot, however, never used the machine. His wife, Margaret, had died in a car accident while he was testing an early version of it. He blamed himself and locked the time machine away, swearing never to interfere with time again.
But one stormy night, everything changed.
A teenage boy named Leo, new to the village, wandered into the shop seeking shelter from the rain. Curious and clever, Leo was drawn to the ticking clocks and the strange humming sound beneath the floorboards.
“You like clocks?” Elliot asked, peering from behind a tall grandfather clock.
Leo nodded. “They’re mysterious. Like they’re alive.”
Elliot smiled faintly. “More alive than you think.”
Over the next few weeks, the two bonded. Elliot saw in Leo a reflection of his younger self — curious, intelligent, and full of questions. Eventually, he showed Leo the machine.
“It can really travel through time?” Leo gasped.
“Yes. But it’s not a toy. Time… doesn’t like to be played with.” said Elliot.
Despite the warning, Leo was fascinated. One night, when Elliot had gone to bed early, Leo sneaked into the basement. He couldn’t resist. With trembling hands, he pressed a few buttons and entered a date: March 15, 1999 — the day Elliot’s wife died.
In a flash of light and a pulse of wind, he was gone.
The Day – March 15, 1999
Leo appeared near a quiet road outside the village. In the distance, he saw a red car swerving toward a tree. Without thinking, he sprinted forward and shouted. The driver — a beautiful woman with kind eyes — noticed him and swerved the other way, narrowly avoiding the crash.
She rolled down the window. “Are you alright, young man?”
Leo stared at her. “You’re… Margaret.”
She blinked. “Do I know you?”
Before he could answer, another car, trying to avoid the chaos, spun out and crashed into a tree behind them. The driver didn’t survive.
Leo returned to the machine, shaken. He had saved Margaret — but someone else had died in her place.
Back to the Present
Leo arrived back in the present, expecting to see a joyful Elliot. But the shop was abandoned. Dust covered everything. The clocks had stopped ticking.
Confused, Leo ran to the village square. The village was nearly deserted. A plaque stood in the center: “In memory of Elliot Thorn — 1945–2003. A man who tried to save love, but lost time instead.”
Heart pounding, Leo rushed to the local library and discovered a horrifying truth. In this version of the timeline, Elliot had died shortly after Margaret was saved. The grief of the stranger’s death and the guilt of tampering with time consumed him. He never mentored Leo. The machine was discovered years later and confiscated by the government, never to be seen again.
Leo realized the worst: he had erased the future he belonged to.
Desperate Measures
Determined to fix his mistake, Leo broke into the government facility, found the machine — rusted but intact — and set the date again. He traveled back to the moment before he had interfered.
This time, he stopped himself. Literally. Two Leos stood by the machine.
“You can’t do it,” Future Leo warned. “You’ll ruin everything.”
“Who… What?” Surprised and confused, past Leo was looking at the Future Leo.
“Who are you?” Asked past Leo. Demanding an introduction.
“I’m You! from the future!” Said The future Leo.
“But we can save her!” Past Leo argued.
Future Leo looked into his own eyes. “At what cost? Do you know tempering with time can result in dangerous consequences, even erasing yourself from the book of life!”
After a long silence, Past Leo stepped back. “Then what do we do?”
Future Leo sighed. “We’ll learn.”
He(Leo) returned to the present — the real one — where Elliot was alive, though older and slower. The clocks ticked again. Leo hugged him tightly, and though Elliot didn’t understand why, he smiled.
A New Path
Instead of changing the past, Leo focused on the future. He studied under Elliot, mastering not just mechanics, but wisdom. The time machine was never used again. Instead, they dismantled it together and used its parts to build something new — a giant, beautiful clock tower in the village square, inscribed with the words:
“Time is not to be controlled — only understood.”
Elliot passed away peacefully years later, knowing his legacy was safe.
Some words loose their meaning when spoken too late ! 😐 Don’t keep them to yourself out of fear of damaging the relationship – there’s no such thing as the perfect moment. People change, and so does the way they see you.
Very well said. People will always have an opinion of you, so it’s better to speak out your opinion, your thoughts (About something/anything) yourself.
But remember, Never cross that line of respect and empathy. Whatever the scenario is; the way you respond to a situation shows off your personality.
Welcome ‘Positive criticism’ or feedback but if someone is too much toxic and it’s sort of his/her nature to see or point out only negative points in a person then leave his opinion to himself, DON’T let someone’s negative feedback throw you out of your track of chasing your dreams. 😊
Yes, you can always improve on yourself/ your work but don’t let ANYONE tell you or worse – convince you that “You can’t do it!” Just because they think so.
Humans are incredible creatures! They can do/achieve Anything, if they put their minds and correct effort to it.
