Ironic

An old man turned 98
He won the lottery
And died the next day

It's a black fly
In your chardonay
It's a death row pardon
Two minutes too late

Isn't it ironic?

Well, that is Alanis Morisette for all of you. Life is just so ironic. For the past few weeks, it's been raining like hell here in the city where I work. Day in, I arrive the office with the sun shining brightly. Come afternoons, I leave the office prepared to be drenched in cool summer rain.

Because I leave the house sunny, I dare not bring a jacket or a raincoat or an umbrella. It is just too bulky. Besides, who would ever think it would rain with that kind of bright weather?

But I've learned my lesson well. I dare not sing in the rain once again. Every night, when I get home, I always feel sick to the bone. I have morning sneezing episodes because of this. But today, it's different. I swore I would bring something even if the sun shines very brightly. I believed that no matter how sunny it is in the mornings, the afternoons normally bring in strong rains. Hence, I have with me an umbrella and a jacket.

Now here's the irony. It's about time to go home. With my umbrella and jacket in tow, I can't see a cloud in sight! The sun is shining as brightly as ever. And to think this is the only day I brought my protections along.

Of all the days God chose not to rain, he chose this day. This particular day when I am most prepared. Why?

Because life will forever be an irony.