So here goes:
Once upon a time (in a land far, far away of course) lived a very stubborn king with one son. Now like all parents, he wanted his son to study hard so that one day he may take over the throne and become an even better ruler than he was.
But there was one problem. His son, the Prince, did not care at all for his studies or becoming king. The Prince's only wish was to play in the forest. Now at first the King tolerated this childish fascination but he soon became infuriated with his son's lack of discipline.
The Prince skipped lessons, avoided his tutors, and whenever the King sat down to pass on his wisdom, the Prince would simply look away day dreaming of the forest.
This went on for a while until the King had enough. Shouting from the top of his lungs he screamed, "If you like the forest so much, then go live there! You are no longer my son!"
And so the Prince did exactly that and was banished from the palace immediately.
The Queen was heartbroken. For days she cried and pleaded with the king, "Please let our son come back home." But the King's mind was already made up. There was no turning back.
Months passed. Years passed. There was no word from the Prince and no mercy from the King.
One day the Queen fell ill and all the top doctors from around the world were flown into treat her. But to no avail. Nothing could save her. Except for one thing and that was her son, the Prince.
Her heartbreak had manifested itself into a fatal disease and the only cure was to see her son back at home safe and sound.
Unfortunately the King was too stubborn. He refused to go into the forest looking for his son. Instead he sought advice from a wise Sage who told the king this, "Send your best men into the forest to find your son. When they see him, they will offer him whatever he wants. Of course your son will say that he wants to go home. He is of royal blood. He will surely ask to return."
The king was thrilled with this strategy. He would save face and cure his Queen at the same time.
So off went the King's men in search of the Prince. When they did find him he was starving, sickly, and scared. They told the prince, "The King has decided to grant you any wish. Whatever you desire, you will get it."
The Prince thought about it for a moment and finally he said, "I want some straw for a pillow." He could have asked for anything in the world and instead he asked for straw. The Prince had forgotten who he was.
Think about this story. Does it sound familiar?
Have you been asking for straw when you could have asked for a palace?
The Universe is willing to give you whatever you desire but if you've forgotten who you are, then you will end up with only straw.
Could you be like the Prince? Have you forgotten who you truly are?
I know this fairy tale is pretty heavy but I want you to take a moment and ask yourself this question. Drop a comment with your thoughts.