oxymoron

life is oxymoronic, so did my girlfriend say. the more it suck, the more it becomes beautiful...

maybe to her who had too many reasons to be happy of. maybe to her who graduated on time. maybe to her who never had the same problems that i did. maybe to her who had what she wanted. maybe to her who knows what else does she want. maybe to her.

but she showed me the beauty of everything that i have gone thru. and yes, had i not experienced every bit of it, i wouldnt have had myself in this circumstance.

i wouldnt have had known the value of trust. i wouldnt have had known the value of everything that we have. i wouldnt have had met her. in every deep shit, there is a reason to sniff the daisies. all it takes is matter of seeing life in a different perspective.

dualism, (i think) is what this world is made of. no doughnut without a hole, no man without the soul, no righteousness without sin, no happiness without grief.

indeed, life is oxymoronic