She never meant to be caught by Darth Vader, studying his starfighter, at age twelve. She never meant to become his protege, his pet pilot. She never meant to sneer at and ignore the stormtroopers as inferior beings. She never meant to pass out in the middle of a space battle, the deaths overloading her Force-sensitivity and her senses. She never meant to be captured by the Rebels, or to form a camaraderie with the Rogues. She never meant to have mock firefights with Rogue Squadron, chasing them - and being chased by them - all around the base. She never meant to make deals with Han Solo, helping fix the Falcon in exchange for someone to watch her back during the faux battles. She never meant to return to the Empire via the catastrophe on Hoth, and she never meant to fake her own death and defect to the Rebellion in the next battle. She never meant to fall in love with the Rogues, leading them on for two years before being forced to make her decision. She never meant to friend-zone Hobbie and Wedge, nor to marry Wes and bear his son.
But then, we don't mean to do most of what we do in our lives.