I sometime look at this world, then i asked what is life

  Life is a grand vanity, it is an exercise to futility, it is a waiting game that is beyond human comprehension.

  Life is a gamble, sometimes you lose, sometimes you win.

  Life is a grand illusion.

  Man is a mechanical robot, a yoked and shackled beast of burden whose activity is predetermined by higher forces.

  Life is fruitless effort, which at the end of the day will be erased completely and get out of memory

  Now what is life