The Choice


I had been looking forward to seeing artist Yayoi Kusama’s “Festival of Life” show at the  David Zwirner gallery. I read a social media post which said the show would be open until January 1st and I also read that there had been long lines to get into seeing the show. So I thought, “Ok… I will wait a few weeks in the hope that the line would get shorter.”  Finally,  I found the time to go to see the show. I bundled myself up and prepared myself to wait in line for an hour or so. However, when I got there, there was a sign on the door saying the gallery was closed and the show was deinstalled.

Oh man,  I had no words to describe my feelings at the moment.I was so upset and disappointed.I was angry. I wanted to blame everyone I could think of for missing the show. (I was glad nobody was with me that day, or I could have yelled at them. ) Luckily I was reading Mark Manson’s book, “ The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck.” So I told myself I had to make a choice right now. I could go home and continue to be upset, or I could take two more trains to get another location where some of the artist’s paintings were still showing. So I could get something from this trip and make myself feel better. I chose the second plan. I did feel better, and I enjoyed the rest of my day.

I know this was a small moment. But it made me think how many choices we make each day. These choices, big or small, decide what kind of person we want to be and what kind of life we desire. Maybe life is not so complicated after all. We just need to make our choices wisely