I speak of a journey. Whether it's the one we take from the minute we're born to the day we die or the smaller journeys in the in between. The stuff that makes up our life, our legacy. The journey with an end goal, working toward an accomplishment of a dream.
I'm drawn to stories about these journey's to find oneself because I undertook one of those when I finally decided to honor my seven-year old self and write my first book.
And luckily one of my most favorite epic fantasy journey's has been featured on-line, in Facebook, and I just finished watching it.
I was nine years old and I still remember my dad asking if we wanted to see a movie called “Star Awards”. It was so new, I had no idea what he was talking about.
It was one of those experiences that from the minute the opening scrolled across the screen with the musical background, that a smile grew across my face. One that didn't leave, long after the final credits.
Star Wars just happens to be one of those movies that I can watch and re-watch, always entertained, always amazed by this simple epic fantasy.
I will always contend the story is an epic fantasy, that just because the story is filled with blasters, light sabers, the X-wing fighters, it's so much more than Science Fiction. It is at its core, a story about a boy who unbeknownst to himself, is about to take a life changing journey. And just like every epic fantasy, he will learn of his royal heritage, he will become the reluctant hero and he will discover his true self and what he is capable of. All this accomplished in a strange new world, with characters and creatures unlike our own, in a place with rules that are unfamiliar to life as we know it.
It's much like my own life, my own journey. From the moment I opened my first document and wrote Chapter 1, and let the words pour from my head to my fingers, as I typed variations of twenty-six letters that became 100,000 words, I to find myself in an unfamiliar world, discovering jus what I am made of .
Star Wars, a simple, elegant story, rough and primitive, that is almost as old as I am. The nine-year old in me still watches with a smile on my face, simple joy at a story worth re-telling. And in honor of May the 4th be with you, may you all find yourself and your own journey.