Jedi Master

Once upon a time, I was a padawan. Let us not forget that one spring break during high school when I spent over half of it reading The Hand of Thrawn trilogy. Nor let us forget the time I did my makeup like Queen Amidala and wore an old maroon velvet dress and posted pictures on livejournal.
As hard as I try to see Star Wars as just a cheesy space opera made in the 70's, I can't - I can't help but feel a resonance deep within myself that reaffirms that this is indeed my favorite movie, that there is something special about this trilogy, something that has irrevocably become one with who I am.

Yoda is my jedi master, and at times like these when I feel like I'm losing myself, it helps to look to him for guidance. I fear I've become dangerously close to losing control of my emotions and giving in to the dark side. Anger, fear, hate - emotions I've kept quite well under control for a lot of my life, but now I am finding difficult to suppress. It's time for me to revisit my old jedi master.

Peace, love, George Lucas and tauntauns...
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