I've been doing a lot of reflecting on my source recently and feeling inadequate when I measure myself up against the me on screen. She's so much stronger than I am. She fights for what's right with a single-minded determination I can't muster on my best days. She has a way with words that I can't quite grasp even now.
But recently I've found myself thinking; I have a different body — different hands, a different voice, different family and friends... can't I be different, too?
One's life is made up of experiences. I am her, but I was also raised by a single mother, and went to school, and lived in a world she could never have imagined. I've had two lifetimes worth of experiences. I am her, but I'm also me. And isn't that wonderful? To be given a genuine second chance to be whoever I want to be?
So to any fictive or kin folk — please try not to worry so much if you find yourself acting in ways unlike your old self. Who you are now is still important. This life is important. Your experiences in this world will change you in ways you could never have imagined before. You're not 'unlike' yourself. You've simply grown.
Sincerely,
Padmé Amidala
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