[I will leave to another post the rant about how crazy is that THAT hashtag is considered controversial]
[This time, hopefully, I managed to show better the tiny glitter on the lightsaber]
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I was absolutely captivated by Rey since the first time we see her on Jakku.
She grew up almost all her life alone, abandoned to strangers when still in need of love and comfort.
But she is not bitter, angry with the world that gave her so few.
(And she could).
Not resentful.
(And she had the right to be).
Somehow, she is serene, finding a balance in her humble and lonely daily routine.
She can dream, outside her AT-AT, of battles and glory, just wearing a used helmet while warmed by the sunset.
She doesn't need much.
She waits, patiently. With hope.
She sees the best in everyone: Finn, Han, Luke, even Kylo.
She is compassionate, attentive, optimistic.
And, suddenly, when the Force is simply too loud to ignore, when she feels that her existence has a greater purpose, that she needs to jump out from her comfort zone, she is vulnerable and doubtful and lost, but, nevertheless, embraces her role and her path and her heritage.
I always believed that family is more than the group of people that we happened to be born into.
'Family' is home. 'Family' is love.
Without love, the group of strangers that have your last name or share the same genes are not, necessarily, 'family'.
Rey's choice is absolutely logical since the Skywalkers (and Solos) are the people that mentored and loved her.
They ARE her family.
Her heritage.
As kids, we had a naive farmer boy grown with caring and attentive adoptive parents, but, somehow, still whining about life.
And we loved him.
How not feel inspired by Rey?
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