Idealism???

He sit in a coffee shop. Its another Saturday evening. He stretches on the couch and is engaged in mindless conversation about a whole lot of nothing. He talks less..Possibly a feeling deep in him that says that he does not belong there. He has reasons not to be 'there'. 'There', in a crazy rat race, in a world of deadline and time bound assignments. He has a dream for his future. Its laced with idealism. It gives him a kick just thinking about it and in the very next minute he think, " am I just showing off", "Do I really have what it takes to be an idealist". He talk about it openly yet try to keep it secret. "What am I trying to prove???", he thinks.
A dog is hit by a car just across the street. He sees the whole incident happen. The dog is alive but but in pain. He is angry...But lack the courage to go to its need. "What am I scared off????", he thinks again. He makes some fuss about the drivers skills 'aloud' and takes a sip of coffee.
It hits him then....... Its all a farce!!!