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Liminal: The transition phase between two stages of life
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I, of course, do not own Star Wars. I wasn't even born when it was created!
This story is set in the six month gap between the end of the Young Jedi Knights series and the beginning of the New Jedi Order.
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Jaina
I find myself wondering what happens now? Where do we go from here? What comes next? I have so many questions but no idea of the answer. So much uncertainty that can't be overthrown. Anything could happen.and likely will.
I've had such an odd life these last few years. actually very few things that have ever happened to me would be considered anything but odd. But these last few years have been, well, "perfect". Or so they appeared, at least. The good guys always win, the bad guys always lose. No matter what happened, everything worked itself out.
But as lovely at that fairy tale is, I know it can't be true. Evil does triumph, and good people do die. And everyone else just continues to live, day by day.
I have seen death, but never the death of someone close to me. I know that
it will happen eventually, and that scares me. There are so many people I care about: Dad, Mom, Jacen, Anakin, Uncle Luke, Aunt Mara, Chewie, even Threepio. I don't know what I would do if I lost any of them. But to think that the people around me are untouchable is to delude myself. To even think that I am untouchable is foolish.
We are all mere mortals, despite what history seems to say.
I don't mean to be depressing, only realistic. Reality can be harsh. I've seen that in my childhood, with my mother.ah, my mother. There's a complicated relationship lurking there. It may not seem that way to outsiders but, trust me, it is. I know I shouldn't blame her for not being around as much as most mothers, yet part of me does. I can't help it, feeling neglected. She was there as much as she could be, but it wasn't enough for me.
But I don't want to go off on a tangent about my childhood. There are too many unresolved issues there anyway. And it's in the past. I want to look ahead, not behind.
I'm worried about the future, but also excited. To use to old cliché, many different paths lay before me. I don't know which one I will choose, but whatever I do chose, I hope to enjoy it.
There are just so many possibilities that my head is spinning. But I'm ready to face them, or at least I think I am.
I have nothing but hope, with a touch of fear, for the future.
Liminal: The transition phase between two stages of life
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I, of course, do not own Star Wars. I wasn't even born when it was created!
This story is set in the six month gap between the end of the Young Jedi Knights series and the beginning of the New Jedi Order.
*~*~*
Jaina
I find myself wondering what happens now? Where do we go from here? What comes next? I have so many questions but no idea of the answer. So much uncertainty that can't be overthrown. Anything could happen.and likely will.
I've had such an odd life these last few years. actually very few things that have ever happened to me would be considered anything but odd. But these last few years have been, well, "perfect". Or so they appeared, at least. The good guys always win, the bad guys always lose. No matter what happened, everything worked itself out.
But as lovely at that fairy tale is, I know it can't be true. Evil does triumph, and good people do die. And everyone else just continues to live, day by day.
I have seen death, but never the death of someone close to me. I know that
it will happen eventually, and that scares me. There are so many people I care about: Dad, Mom, Jacen, Anakin, Uncle Luke, Aunt Mara, Chewie, even Threepio. I don't know what I would do if I lost any of them. But to think that the people around me are untouchable is to delude myself. To even think that I am untouchable is foolish.
We are all mere mortals, despite what history seems to say.
I don't mean to be depressing, only realistic. Reality can be harsh. I've seen that in my childhood, with my mother.ah, my mother. There's a complicated relationship lurking there. It may not seem that way to outsiders but, trust me, it is. I know I shouldn't blame her for not being around as much as most mothers, yet part of me does. I can't help it, feeling neglected. She was there as much as she could be, but it wasn't enough for me.
But I don't want to go off on a tangent about my childhood. There are too many unresolved issues there anyway. And it's in the past. I want to look ahead, not behind.
I'm worried about the future, but also excited. To use to old cliché, many different paths lay before me. I don't know which one I will choose, but whatever I do chose, I hope to enjoy it.
There are just so many possibilities that my head is spinning. But I'm ready to face them, or at least I think I am.
I have nothing but hope, with a touch of fear, for the future.