Carrie On

Look, the thing that people don’t get about fighting a battle is that there is no such thing as an “ongoing battle”.

There is getting up, arming for war, duking it out with your demons and tormentors and dementors until the second your head hits the pillow, if you make it that far. If you’re lucky, you have a moment to revel in the hard won victory you earned that day.

And then, you wake up to the start of a whole a new war with the same old enemies, and maybe a few new ones that you earned if they brought in reinforcements.

Statistically speaking, by the cold, harsh reality of odds and probability, one day, you’re going to lose the war.

One day, you aren’t going make it to the “head hits pillow” part of the battle that marks your victory. If you’re lucky, you’ll be able to make peace with having fought the wars before you draw your last breath. If you’re really lucky, you’ll at least get a moment to revel in the fact that you don’t have to fight another war ever again.

Whatever you think of the manner of Carrie Fisher’s death, she won more wars than she lost. She fought, and fought hard and was promoted in rank from infantryman to General in her lifetime.

She made her fight public, calling in as many reinforcements as she could. Not to fight the fight for her, but to witness her struggle and inspire others who struggled similarly to fight their own wars in their own way and in the best way that they could and remind them that it’s ok to lose. It’s going to happen someday, so make peace with it at every opportunity, because the only peace we find in life is that which we make ourselves.

It is my sincere hope that Carrie was able to take some of the peace she made with her when she left.

Your mileage may vary…