perennial oxymoron

just me or is it 'the world' as we know it.... a perennial oxymoron,,,, forever the two faces of everythin has made me feel one of them all.... its strange to c how we all meander our way thru the oxymorons of life,,,, how we have views and contradictions surpassin the imagination of the creator,,,, the creator who might have been repentin or probably rejoicin in the glory of his oxymorons,,,, just the way einstein would have rejoiced at makin the most powerful deterent of all wars,,, the nuclear bomb,,,, wat happnd was for all 2 c,,,, so y is it that i still am an oxymoron,, a perennial one of all,,,, is it the continous hunger that drives a curious mind or the helpless escape of a dazed and lazy inside,,,,is it the spice of life or the acidity of a stomach ulcer...but i still njoi every moment of it all,,,, agreeing and disagreein,,, debatin and observing,,,,,the oxymorons as they come out of a drunken evenin of red wine,,,,,the faces and ideas of people,,,, some high on 'spirits' and others high on the pungent spirited room full of ideas,,,, we have all passed thru the age of the 'dil chahta hai' syndrome,,,,three assumed 'huligans' on the streets at night,,,, high not on 'spirits' but high on the the spirit of just that hour,,, that hour in the middle of nowere in the glory of eternal friendship...... yet the ugly face of the 'oxymoron' surfaces itself years after the glorious night,,,,, the prejudices and melee's ....once a friend told me 'I maynot love u forever, but ill always love the days i loved u'..... that stuck to me like a piece of gum under the benchtop,,,,, thats the beauty of the oxymoron,,,,, its not abt u and me ,,,, its abt the love, its abt the days ,,,, its abt the beauty off wat we all may be or atleast wat i am,,, a perenial oxymoron,,,