Reflecting upon our own actions can shed light upon the possible consequences of them. But mostly, by the time we realise the consequences it is either too late to act on them or we have already suffered these consequences.
Someone once said;
"I sleep in a room full of mirrors, so I can see every fault and correct them."
I'd prefer to stand outside, breath the open air, and then exhale it out in a bout of anger in order to rid myself of it.
Because only when calm can we see things as they need to be seen.
But back to the room full of mirrors. Being calm also holds true here. If I am angry I will break all the mirrors. And so many mirrors, so many replications of myself will make me angry. That room of mirrors won't be perfect once they all lie shattered and broken.
Luck is what we call the consequences when they become apparent. Bad luck is what happens when we lose. Good luck is what happens when we win.
But in reality, bad luck is what we say to an opposition who we clearly, got lucky against. Good luck is what the losing side says the winning side had, and the reason they lost.
And as we look unto this cycle and its inhabitants from the outside, we see their despair. Their angst. Their stress. We weep as we wish to bring them out of their ever falling spiral.
Yet we can't. And this sadness draws us into that very same vicious circle.