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Sometimes Elara looks at the rolling hills of Gatalenta and dreams of a peaceful life, unburdened by the troubles of others.
The thought fills her with horror. It is difficult, certainly, to constantly submerge herself in the troubles of the Galaxy, to constantly care, but she wouldn't have it any other way. She has been blessed with Force-sensitivity --- and it is a blessing, despite what the people of her village believe --- and to not use her gifts to help others, to kick back and relax and shut out the suffering of the people she could have helped, that very thought lines her stomach with cold dread.
She wants to help. She wants to strive to make the world a better place. She wants to give, give, give, even to those who hurt her. Like the lullaby, she wants to be the twinkling star bravely shining in the dark sky.
It hurts. It hurts to witness all the suffering, to feel all the burning, suffocating pain, but she would never turn away from it. She will fight through the waves to rescue those shipwrecked in the storm for as long as she lives.
Because she is a Jedi. Because she chose this path yesterday, and she is choosing this path today, and she will choose this path tomorrow. She knows she can leave at any time, and no one will think any less of her.
She knows. But she knows with even more certainty that she never will. No matter what, she cares. She wants to care. And no other path, no matter how peaceful and blissfully ignorant, no other path will bring her as much joy and satisfaction as the path of the Jedi. She is a Jedi, and she has never been happier for it.