Sometimes I need only two things in life: stories, and my children to unveil the life truths within them.
And now this gem of a conversation from Jake, who’s ten very grown up years but still with all the life-delight of a child. He asked if I thought there would basically be an infinite number of Star Wars movies now. Yep, I said. “I thought so,” he agreed. “Because there will always be a Sith, and there will always be a Padawan learner.”
As I dove headfirst into the poetry of that, Jake adds this: “Have you ever noticed the hero is always living on a deserted planet?” Yes, I said. Because that is all of us. Invisible, insignificant, but capable of and one inciting event away from greatness.
I forget to be faithful on Tattooine and Jakku sometimes. I want to fight something greater than the battle of Bedford Falls. Jake’s wide-eyed understanding of the always-ness of those beautiful heroes in obscurity has settled me again.
To be where I am. To be good at it and kind and available. Anything might happen, and maybe nothing all that noticeable will. It’s just nice to trust, no matter how insignificant we feel, the story knows where to find us.