Maybe consequences are dear friends in stealthy disguise.

Instead of the weight that sinks us, consequences are often the life preserver that saves us.

Maybe we ought to consider that sometimes the most destructive outcomes in our lives are the ones that we’ve created.

My life is a series of invitations accepted and invitations rejected, and the place I now find myself is often a result of accepting the wrong invitations and rejecting the right ones.

There are consequences to ignoring consequences that are a consequence of my blatant unwillingness to learn from my consequences.

True evil is unlikely to receive an invitation from us, so it clothes itself in just enough truth to make itself look appealing and then it looks to unpeel us.