You are difficult opponent indeed, embarrassing me in ways that only I understand, in ways that prevent me from sharing the joke of which I am a part of with anyone else.
As I take pains to avoid you, Irony, you are the initially frustrating, eventually delightful surprise that brings chaos to my life. You make me question myself, and cause me to think myself a fool. And yet I shall begin by chuckling every time we meet, because I know I will have the last laugh.
You see Irony, because I am such a case that so far, only I can lead myself to realise the ironies of my actions, I know you are entirely a construct of my mind. I know you would only make me stronger because you cause me to see the weakness in arguments and thoughts including and especially, those of my own. Although I dislike the presence of you, I am sometimes thankful that you are.
However, this time you really outdid yourself. As the metaphorical sailor who roams the seas to find wisdoms he may use on land, he is forced to use the very land-drawn maps which he tried so hard to avoid in the first place. Two Ironies within an annoying truth. Especially since I have immersed myself in nothing but maps for the past few weeks. So that I may find my treasure, I have do things I dislike, which might even entail learning from the things I used to love, but not currently, because they remind me too painfully of the beautiful land I have left behind. Oh, Irony most foul, you outdid yourself this time.
Yet, I see a glimmer of a lesson to be learnt. Knowledge partially understood is not understood at all. A lesson partially learnt is no lesson at all. Things have to be experienced entirely or not at all. The sweetness and the bitterness have to be taken together, and you know it is the bitterness I find difficult to stomach. Irony, you dangle my prize at the same time that you dangle the very things I dislike. You are a cruel foe indeed.
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