#vima

She sucked a haggard breath. “Vima’s light is very small,” she repeated. “In penance, Vima renounced the path of control … like a true Jedi. Destiny cannot be controlled. So she surrendered everything—to the will of the Force.” Obi-Wan found it hard advice to follow. At this moment, all that he was was an 80-kilogram mass of primitive, focused will with one directive: protect the tiny consciousness nuzzled in his arm at all cost.

Go live life, man.

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but it was a realization of how i feel and i didnt like it because to understand what the dream was about i had to experience a made up scenario that my brain created and soak in it until i realized how i feel.

last few days ive been beating myself up mentally and going through enough discomfort that it shows in my physical body. stress rashes flaring up so fast and hot it felt like a wildfire on my skin.. uncontrollable shaking, and faces that i couldnt avoid making displaying my discomfort, and i would imagine anyone around me saw as it as disgust. ive also been isolating myself when people try to come thru..