Summary: Obi-Wan tries to cope.
Warnings: Angst!
Spoilers: Lemme put it to you this way... I don't think so. If you don't know about the Empire and so forth, this won't spoil you, it'll just confuse you.
Disclaimer: It's all you, Georgie!
Notes: I just wrote this off the top of my head. Don't hurt me! I was thinking about how stressed I feel lately, what with planning a wedding and all, and thinking that it might be a good time to return to meditation again...
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Beta: nope. And away we go...
Breathe. In and out. The only thing that exists is the rise and fall of my chest. There is only air, swirling around and through.
Breathe in.
There is no war. There is no famine. There is no death.
Breathe out.
There is no pain. There is no loneliness. There are no tears.
Breathe in.
There is no Empire. There is no Darkside. There is no hate.
Breathe out.
There are no broken promises. There is no loss. There is no betrayal.
Breathe in.
There is no Order. There is no Force. There is no Republic.
There is no me.
