It is a great sin to me to live an unused life. To slip into regret and to sip from the poisonous cups – anger, fear, resentment. That is not life for me, just an early way of dying. T.S. Eliot wrote of the “hollow men,” those whose lives are empty of joy, meaning and connection. I resolve every day to not live an unused life, to give my life away and blame it on others.