Once upon a time... in dimension not so far from our own, lived a little girl, who was destined to become Queen. She was a precocious young child with an extraordinary ability to get herself "into all sorts of things" that others considered not to be the sort of things she should be getting herself into.
"I wonder," said the little Queen.
"I wonder what we shall do today, Mother," said the little Queen, feeling a bit lost as to what to do with herself because she hadn't yet been told what to do that afternoon.
The Empress reached her arms out wide and pulled her daughter closely toward her. "Tell me what it is you would like to do, today?"
"I should like to do what is most important!" proclaimed the little Queen.
"And what, Pretell is that, Little One?" Inquired her mother, curious as to how a young Queen might see her role in court life.
"I do not know what is most important. Can you please tell me?" the little Queen looked up at her mother with her clear blue eyes.
Her father had often spoke about his daughter's clear blue eyes. He said they were light because they were the eyes of a free spirit and, just like her mother's, were wild Arabians best left unbridled.
"But how would we celebrate her presence if we did not keep her close to us?" her mother, the Empress, would offer. "Things of beauty are meant to be cherished."
The Empress looked down at her lovely young daughter who was diligently scanning the room for important ideas that might guide her in making her decision. While the little Queen sat in deep, inquisical thought, her older siblings were busy playing games, reading books, and giggling over court gossip. Only Max wanted the little Queen's attention. Max always wanted the little Queen's attention.
"You wonder what, exactly?" asked her mother, patient as ever.
"I wonder if I should do exactly what I want to do instead of what I think is important."
"That is an interesting question," said her mother. "And what is it exactly that you should like to do?"
"That is a whole different type of question, isn't it, Mother?" confidently proclaimed the little Queen, as if she was wise enough to engage in thoughtful, court dialogue with the Empress, who just so happened to be her mother.
"I suppose it is," said her mother knowingly. "I would imagine that the most important thing you can do is exactly what feels most important to you at the time."
"But should I be attending to my studies or riding horses?" asked the little Queen, in a slightly confused but most eager sort of way.
"To answer that question I suggest you sit down and draw a very important picture. Draw one circle to represent how important your studies are to you in the future. Then, after you have drawn that circle, draw another for how important running in the fields feels to you right now.
"Why should I do that, Mother?" asked the little Queen.
"You should do that because it is fun to draw circles," explained her mother, the Empress.
The little Queen put forth her own rebuttal: "But what does drawing circles that have to do with my studies or riding horses?"
The little Queen looked at her mother who was seated quite contently sipping her afternoon tea. She was smiling but not laughing, so the little Queen knew it was not a farce.
Making that little frown that she makes, the little Queen sat and sat for what seemed like forever, especially compared to the fact she could be riding horses instead of drawing circles or thinking about what she should do, which was absolutely no fun whatsoever.
Utterly confused about what specifically she should do... about those things which are most important, about whether she could figure out those things which were important before the day passed, and about her new discovery: the importance of drawing circles... the little Queen drew.