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Brief ROTS rewrite I still believe I was right. Small sacrifices for the greater good; lose the little battle and win the war. Still, looking down at the charred, truncated body of my former master, it all seems like such a waste. Master, mentor; friend and brother. He had the high ground, yes, but he always underestimated me.
So many Jedi fall to the dark side. They think that one slip and you're gone; doomed to become Sith without hope or redemption. I have a different view, of course; my entire life has been an ongoing struggle with my personal demons. I face every transgression against the light with a pang of guilt; in acknowledging the darkness within me I can better resist it.
I watched the great ones fall around me, slipping into darkness one by one; those who doubted my worth as a Jedi tripped and lay where they landed
Of ForgivenessForgiveness is possibly one of the most elusive feelings in the world. And I mean TRUE forgiveness, not saying the words without meaning them.
To forgive someone, you must first be hurt. Wronged. You must overcome your feelings of betrayal, anger, and most importantly, vengeance. Vengeance and Forgiveness can never occur in the same case; you must choose one or the other.
Vengeance is an external force; enacting your will on others so that you feel life and karma has balanced out. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, life for a life; vengeance will leave you feeling satisfied, sometimes. More often it leave you hollow or empty... your justice served. Karmicly speaking, you ended up earning the very hurt that started you on your "righteous" path. You made the other person, or persons PAY for what they did, but in the end, you let them buy part of your life.
True forgiveness is an internal force. It means letting go of your thoughts of revenge, not only in the present but for the future. Y
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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