The Weight Between Stars

A Jedi’s Reflection

I. The Force is not mine. It moves through me, like wind through reeds, like a song with no author.

But they look at me as though I command it. As though I choose to carry what it gives.

Truth is— I obey. Even when it breaks me.

II. They say we are peace. That we are balance. But balance is a blade, and peace is bought in the stillness after loss.

I have seen the cost. Children left crying in the rubble. Soldiers who followed because we wore robes instead of armor. Because we promised we would not hate.

But even mercy cuts deep.

III. I do not crave power. I crave understanding. Why the Force shows me so much and asks me to let go of all of it.

I loved once. Quietly. Briefly. With all the strength I was taught not to use.

And when I let go, I did not feel free. Only empty.

IV. We are told not to fear. But how can you guide a galaxy and not fear what you might become?

The dark is not far. It waits at the edges of conviction. It waits in every “must,” in every “for the greater good.”

That is the true discipline— not in wielding the Force, but in choosing when not to.

V. I will not live forever. And when I pass, I hope only to become part of the current, not the stone that defies it.

Let them forget my name. Let them forget the war.

But if they remember that a Jedi stood not above the world, but with it— then that is enough.