When I was 19, I met a boy named Luke Skywalker. I had no idea at the time how important he would be to me. He went on to be a really big deal, but we kept in touch. I always loved it when we had some time together.
We learned a lot of important things. He shared his adventures, good and bad. And he shared wisdom from both his teachers and his experiences with me. He wasn’t always a perfect Jedi, but always the best friend his responsibilities and worries let him be.
Through him I first understood with my head what my heart always knew: “Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter!” That was one from one of his favorite teachers.
“Named must be your fear before banish it you can.” True to the point of pain.
The one thing that has bothered me a lot lately though is people judging him. The one comment I hate the most is, “That’s not my Luke Skywalker!”
Really? What happened? Did things get too real for you?
In the last 40 years, I have had very few successes on the first time trying. Luke taught me to try over and over and to keep working on it. Luke believed in Anakin long after the rest of the Galaxy had given up. He kept nagging at a smuggler until he made a friend and a comrade out of him. He loved and supported his sister in her commitments. And he mourned for years over his mistakes with Ben. I only hope he forgave himself for them.
“The greatest teacher failure is.” We both cried over that one.
“Luke, you’re going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.”Obi-Wan Kenobi
He never pretended to be perfect. In fact, one of the things I love the most about him were his insecurities. He was corny. wildly over-confident about things he didn’t quite understand, and his voice got squeaky when he was excited or afraid.
Don’t judge my friend. I think he has aged perfectly.
“Pass on what you have learned.”Yoda
He did. I will, too.