Lemons.

Manhattan is the only place where you can swing dance all night and then go get amazing Vietnamese food at 3 in the morning.

I sat next to my friend as he ate his pho, which is a Vietnamese soup and my favorite food. A lemon distracted him from his animated story-telling, and he took a bite.

"This is gross!" he said as he tried it again.
"Your soup is awesome. Why don't you eat that?" I responded.
He tried the lemon again. made a pained face, and put it down. He then proceeded to enjoy and finish his soup.

It's a short story, and I have a short point to make.
How often do we sacrifice what we truly desire for what catches our attention?