Who forged our chains?

My mind keeps drifting back to the scene I used to illustrate my thoughts about "V for Vendetta" last month, and the awesome power of that scene. Without giving away the context, the character's realization that he is the one who's "controlling and constraining" his life immediately sets him truly free.

Tired of lugging all those chains around? Take a second look and see how many of the shackles are of your own making. And of the shackles you forged for yourself, how many of them are imaginary? Sometimes, when you're convinced you're up against a brick wall, the solution is to try walking through the wall to see if it's really there.