meaningless cycles

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We spend our days in a cycle called life. Who defines this cycle for us? How can we know that this life that is defined for us is true? Why when things go bad, they call it praise and not praise? Why do we fight for a definition that does not last? War! What a strange word; On the contrary, it becomes a treasure. People fight to have a bigger place and a better life. Man is a strange creature; He destroys a house to build a new one. The cycle of life destroys humans to build a new cycle. This is no longer the definition of life; This is a business. The business of war, and humans are the lucky tokens of this business, a meaningless cycle I was looking for my home. What happened to me in this cycle of life that was not my definition? where is my house where am i In the dream of a house, in the cycle defined for me, I am looking for a shadow of life and of myself.