The Mandalorian Makes His First Post on r/Deconstruction
This is the (lowercase) way.
Hey Everyone. I’ve been following this sub for awhile now. And, lately, I’ve been questioning pretty much everything I was taught about The Way.
Like, are the songs of eons really forged forever in my heart, or do I just enjoy watching people make things out of metal?
Because — honestly — the first time I took off my helmet, it didn’t feel wrong. It just felt like I was a normal person with a normal amount of peripheral vision. And it also made me realize that I would probably be better at fighting if I could see things to the side of me.
So, even though I’ve already “redeemed” myself by bathing in the Living Waters deep in the Mines of Mandalore, I can’t help but wonder: Did I ever really believe all the tenets of The Creed, or did I just want to have easy access to a jetpack?
Plus, now that I’ve got a child, everything has been hitting a little bit different for me. Like, am I really supposed to look into those adorable, oversized eyes and tell him he needs to cover them up? How is that not going to create a bunch of internalized shame?
Sometimes when he’s sleeping, I’ll think about how badly I want to hug him and tell him I’ll love him no matter how he presents his head in public — That if he wants to rock a headband like Bo-Katan or bare his peach fuzz out in broad daylight, it doesn’t really matter to me.
And if that makes me an apostate, then I guess that’s what I am.
But you know what? It’s not the only thing I am. I’m also a Daddy. And that means I have to do what’s best for my kid, even if it means being kicked out of the only community I’ve ever known.
At least that way, when he reaches up to me with his three-fingered little hands, I’ll know I’m doing right by him.
This is the (lowercase) way.
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