The man looked at his computer screen. It was showing him brightly colored characters interacting with each other. This was his ineffective tool. The tool he tried unconsciously to use for time travel. He wanted to become the boy again. He needed to become the boy again. The boy was happy. The boy was a good student; the boy had a bright future ahead of him.
The man closed his eyes, he had tried to turn back into the boy for years, yet the more he tried, the more he became less like the boy. And less like the man.
There was once a man that went to work because of the money he wanted to make. He saved every penny he could by living cheap and minimalistic. He never went out nor got any friends. Traveling by plane only one time per year. He wanted to have money before he started enjoying life. Never needing to work again
Not long before he was to reach his goal, the man collapsed on his floor. Some of the people felt sorry for the man. Others called him a fool for not taking loans. But he didn’t care because he was dead.