One spring afternoon in May, I was walking back to my dorm room feeling uncharacteristically calm. I decided to sit on a grassy hill riddled with dandelions. I closed my eyes and took pleasure in the sensation of the late afternoon sun warming my eyelids. I instantly felt relaxed and tuned into the outdoorsy sounds that are usually muted by the overactive mind. I heard, with unusual crispness, some natural sounds like the wind whizzing through the leaves in the tress, and some less natural sounds, like trucks braking at the intersection nearby. I could have laid there forever. I remember thinking, how long has it been since I've done this? Just basked in the sun and let go of my worries? I felt my limbs loosen up and my brain sigh a sigh thanks for being let off the hook for a while. I turned my head to my left and spotted a fruit fly on the tip of a blade of grass. The wind was whipping the blade of grass back and forth but the little bugger was still hanging on. Not that it had anything to worry about, of course, because it had wings, so it had no fear of hitting the ground below. That's when I wondered, " How nice it must be, to never be afraid to fall because you know you can fly..." Around this time I was contemplating life and relationships so I immediately applied this concept of self-love/ self- confidence. I feel that learning to love yourself is a type of human metamorphosis, one that develops your metaphorical "wings" which help you carry yourself and keep afloat even after circumstances, people, and life's pressures knock you off balance. It's the love and appreciation you have for yourself that will keep you uplifted. It sounds cheesy, but sometimes the cheesiest things are the most relevant in real life. What "Zen" moments have you experienced?