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

A lot of the situations that we put ourselves in are similar to a cat in a yard full of dogs. We rarely ask ourselves how we got here, (which doesn’t help with the question of how we get out of here), all of which rarely keeps us from finding ourselves in the next yard asking the same questions.

We often throw rocks not realizing that they’re going to land somewhere.

Maybe consequences are dear friends in stealthy disguise.

Impulsivity is something akin to spontaneously jumping out of an airplane and not realizing that you forgot something until about five seconds before impact.

Sometimes consequences are building blocks fashioned of granite when successes are shaped of clay.