People refer to many weird occurrences they observe as the irony of life:

When the fastest runner loses a race

When the poorest person stumbles on some wealth

When the mighty falls at the hand of the poor

When the wisest suffer at the hands of a foolish tyrant; and a zillion other examples you can think of.

Now, even irony like humour is relative — it’s subject to the mirror in which we view the world and the people in it.

All those universally accepted examples of ironies aren’t ironical to me; they just sound like possibilities and expectations especially if you’re an optimistic human like myself.

I grew up on fairytales and the story of David- not just the fact that He killed Goliath but that he became King even though he didn’t qualify. I didn’t think it was ironic; I stood in awe of that story all through my childhood and teenage years. I thought it was the most heroic story that has ever been told.

The stories we are told make us: another irony.

Each day, we are telling ourselves stories; stories hooked on our worldview and the amount of information we have. I get why knowledge junkies are addicted to knowing more, learning more and improving on some skill. It fuels the stories they tell themselves — that knowledge is light. Light dispels darkness. And ultimately, that aids visions.

Ironies are part of the stories we tell ourselves and sometimes ironies can be colored as truths or as possibilities.

This is the story I tell myself.