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Some random thoughts on Star Wars

Growing up, I was definitely not a fan of the Star Wars movies. They just didn't resonate with me the way Harry Potter or Barbie: Swan Lake did :) I always found Luke to be a whiny baby, and Leia was this princess-turned ambassador-turned fighter, but her main role really still seemed to be a love interest. She felt too perfect, and while Harrison Ford was way good-looking, he was kind of mean. The prequels were okay, but that's because Ewan McGregor pretty much carried those movies. I mean, if we're honest, John Williams made all the Star Wars movies what they are.

Anyway, recently, I have come to sing a different tune. I love the newest trilogy. I think Rey is just amazing. She learned from a young age to take care of herself, and she's strong, and confident, while also humble as she learns to be a Jedi. She believes in people, and she's kind and caring. She struggles as she tries to learn who she is, and she works to bring Kylo Ren back to the light because she believes in him. She herself struggles between light and dark, and as we all are at times, she is tempted towards the Dark side. She learns to love who she is, and rather than allowing her life to dictate her destiny, she chooses to make more of herself and become someone greater. At the end of the last movie in the trilogy, she is seen with a yellow lightsaber, which is the color of those who choose a life between those of other Jedi. They are not guardians, like Anakin and Obi-wan, and they are not consular like Yoda. They are often in charge of helping keep balance in the force, and Rey did just that. She accepted the darkness within herself, but chose to keep it in control.

All of this lead me to love Star Wars. Like, seriously love it.

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