Final warning.
Warnings are everywhere. I think we disregard them until it's too late or even later that.
"Almost extinct", "near depletion", "three strikes"... I think sometimes we put too much faith in the notion that we'll have warnings to adjust our actions by. The first time, we might say "hmm, okay" and return to the behavior after a few seconds. Second time, the warning might be a little more costly and we'll pay whatever price to get it out of our face. Some of us might react as we need to after a second warning. Others will plow on through, complacent that there will be someone to warn them and the consequences will always be less severe than they ultimately are. I feel I fall into the final group. In some matters, it's the final warning or a consequence that has jarred me into rethinking how I move though life. They're not bad lessons but some of them were extremely stupid lessons where I just didn't care and had resources at my disposal. I'd like to think that I've moved past needing too many warnings, but I'd probably be lying to myself. There are just something I take for granted. Some things I over appreciate. As I've written this, I've begun to think about them and how certain final warnings might be ones of my own undoing. It's careless and I have to start acting to end the behaviors that are leading me down these roads I don't want to travel down.