In a quiet town where nothing exciting ever happened, there lived a 16-year-old boy named Tobi. Tobi hated waiting. Waiting for exams to finish. Waiting to grow up. Waiting to become “successful.”
One evening, while walking home after school, he saw an old man sitting beside a strange wooden clock at the roadside.
“Want to see your tomorrow?” the old man asked.
Tobi laughed. “How much?”
“Just one day from your future.”
Confused but curious, Tobi agreed.
The old man turned the clock backward once.
Suddenly, Tobi found himself five years older. He was rich. Confident. Driving a sleek car. People respected him. His phone kept buzzing with congratulations.
“This is amazing!” Tobi shouted.
But as he looked closer, he noticed something strange.
There were no old school friends around him. No pictures of family. No one laughing with him.
His success felt… quiet.
The old man’s voice echoed: “You gave up one ordinary day. That day was the last time you and your friends laughed together before life took you different ways.”
Tobi’s heart dropped.
“I want to go back.”
The clock ticked loudly.
He woke up beside the roadside clock again — back in his present.
The old man smiled. “Tomorrow will come. Don’t rush it. Build it.”
Tobi walked home slowly this time.
When his friends called him that night to hang out, he didn’t complain about studying or the
He went.
Because he finally understood something powerful:
You don’t borrow tomorrow. You build it with today