Lack of choice is a prison. What’s missing is hope, what’s left defines us. We are what’s missing. Life is a thief, stealing our dreams and replacing them with reality, a barren landscape, desolate and confined. We live in solitary, bounded by our own thoughts of a fuller life, a life with love. Love is choice, love is freedom to feel and dream. Pardoning ourselves allows love to rescue us. Once rescued we are free to hope and dream, to feel and be felt, to pity those souls whom choice has abandoned.