[ WP ] Time travel is invented by someone who uses it for something petty and ca n't see the wider implications of his/her invention .

One day I decided I was going to save the world. I didn ’ t tell anyone. The idea came to me piece by piece until I realised that there was no reason it couldn ’ t be done – at least none I could think of. And so I stayed awake in the lab every night hammering my idea into steel wrought reality. That old science fiction staple, a time machine. 
 
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 My family didn ’ t know what I was building. If I ’ d told my wife she ’ d have said it was crazy, if I ’ d told my children they would have laughed. My faith in the idea was weak enough without having that extra hurdle to stumble over. 
 
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 Nights turned to weeks, to months, to years. What did it matter though? Spending time on a time machine was the ultimate good investment. I ’ d go back and prevent tragedy and wars and atrocities wherever they reared their ugly heads. I had a cause and it blinded me to the obvious. 
 
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 My family didn ’ t know what I was building, but they knew that I didn ’ t want to spend time with them anymore. I was too consumed with feeding the monstrosity that I ’ d so lovingly assembled in the lab. By the time I could finally fire up my machine, we were a family in name only. My wife had become bitter and distant and my children no less so. Now that I had completed my project I finally had time to stand back and consider the cost. 
 
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 It had been far too high. 
 
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 And so I forgot about the wars and the genocides and the great injustices of the past. I decided to use my machine for something decidedly petty. I was going to go back and start again. The world did n't need saving as badly as I did.
