Once upon a time, I could not fathom what it might be like to be a king, catered to on every point. I did not know what pleasure might mean for a king. To want things and have them delivered seemed so far out of my perceived experience. My cultural conditioning taught me to give pleasure, not receive it. Then, I would have said my only desire was to please others.
But now I know that that’s because I had not learned to recognize my own desires. It took purposeful attending to myself to learn my actual desires. Now I think I could even articulate some. I could call out orders like a king.
But even so – every so often I catch myself still catering to the kings instead of being one.
The Hamlet Project 