Let her go

“I am going to do this. And then I am going to find out who each of you really is. And the Empire will destroy everyone important to you.”

Kanan glared.

“You’re a little late on that one.”

Valentine's Day.

And I am here to speak about courage.

About finding the audacity to let ourselves love.

To respond to the fear of being exposed, brittle, like a porcelain figurine.

Feeling this all. And, still, going all-in.

Caleb Dume lost everything.

The temple that he called home, his Master, his fellow padawans, his clone friends, his life.

"Everyone important to you."

And it is easy.

To anesthetize, to detach.

Feel nothing. Risk nothing.

Unattached. Alone.

When your heart becomes, once more, a dartboard, better if it's made of cork.

You know, for convenience.

Another spin of the wheel?

Another love?

Someone who can still leave you?

Break your soul into pieces?

"Fear, grief, anger, that's how they see me. That's how I see myself."

And, so.

Jealousy, possession.

Obsession.

Stuck in recursive gotos that lead you to madness.

Like Anakin.

Like many people nowadays.

But not everyone replies to fear with anger.

Or confuses love with mania.

And the problem is not fear. Or attachment.

"I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear."

[This is Mandela, though, not The Bendu]

And so, Kanan Jarrus replied with courage.

With balance.

Willing "to attach to others". Sabine, Ezra, Zeb.

Willing to love HER.

Knowing, better than anyone, that she would never stop fighting.

Not for him. Not for anyone.

And, yet, be there. Be ready.

To let her go.

Are you?

[Photo: on-topic, a meditating Kanan and an arguing Hera made by @fantasypinstress on a design by @junkofzeart. Background: awesome piece by @vyllaart]