“Stay On Target. Stay On Target.”

When the goal is grand, and the journey jagged, the process can pull your press forward apart.

It’s not easy to keep going, through grit, grime, and glut of grief.

But we need to, if we wish to arrive at the terminal.

In Star Wars: Episode IV — A New Hope, Luke Skywalker’s journey bears him down into a tight metalled canion of death — he must pass through.

Many of his comrades attempted before — now lying inflamed and rubbled.

His trench run, the crescendoing catalyst, would close the curtains on villany — temporarily.

For that is how anything worthy is built. One bridged movement through a torn transition. One webbed waking, in strawed hope found.

Luke forgoes the mechanics, choosing instead faith — what eyes often can not see.

Training alone, never served up success.

We must go inward, to the places we fear — those Vader-ed vaults we lock up and avoid.

Staying on target — focused, is the only way.

All else ends in sheared surrender, and imploding peril.