She stood watching still, a man on bike making his way to work through the bustling streets full of the impatient people of New York. What is there to life? she wonders. If not all, but the majority of people live like clockwork day in and day out. Leaving with, without, or going to their problems. Humans with the knowledge of knowing one day they will pass, almost as if disappearing from the face of the Earth. She continued to look at the man on the bicycle, wondering that if he were to take his last breath would it matter? Possibly, his loved ones will mourn but will his presence be missed by anyone else? Will the lack of his presence greatly affect the Earth and its people? No. He is nothing but a speck on the Earth and same goes for everyone. What is there to life? She wonders. Humans, most likely do not like to be ignored, do not like to be not missed. Do not like to live feeling empty. So we try to make do with our lives by following, believing, dreaming, and doing. So enthralled within our own lives, almost as if the world revolves around us. Does what we do really impact anything? What is there to life? Her gaze wandered over to a young man with a cane and his face towards the person he speaks to, but not directly in the eyes. His leg a bad limp. So young yet already so troubled. What is there to life? But his blindness and bad limp did not stop him from throwing his head back, a smile adorning his face to the point it reaches his eyes and the young woman accompanying him doing the same. Watching them, intently looking at each other as they walk down the sidewalk with ease. The two very obviously enthralled within their deep conversation. What is there to life? Watching them she then knew what there is to life.