If only we could accept each other’s realities as we accept each other’s names. Oh, your name is Hamlet? Oh, you think Denmark is a prison? We generally can’t try and change what someone calls themselves but we do periodically try to shift how they see.
If I tell a Londoner how much I love her city, she might point out all the reasons to hate it. When I tell a fellow New Yorker how ridiculous I find the theatre scene here, I often get a litany of all the ways he thinks it’s great.
But it can be as simple as saying, it’s like that for you, and your name is your name.
The Hamlet Project 