There was a king who forgot who he was.
He walked around, not knowing where he is or where he was going.
Someone came by and handed him a broom, saying sweep the grounds.
The forgotten king became ecstatic, thinking to himself “I am somebody, I have a job and a purpose!”
So it was that the king spent many years content with moving dirt and dust from one place to another.
Now, there is nothing wrong with sweeping, BUT
It is not becoming for a king to limit his capabilities.
This is the story of our lives:
We are kings who cannot remember or realize our identity.
Hence, whoever or whatever defines an identity for us, we accept, not knowing any better.