It is so easy for me to take for granted the beauty of the life I lead. I forget what sacrifices have been made not simply by my family, but historical predecessors who fought for the rights I have today. I forget how fortunate I am to be a part of such an intellectual environment, to be surrounded by the world’s brightest students and challenging professors. I forget that not every city has so many dedicated bookstores or cafes or displays of public art or parks and benches or such passionate people. Though at times I may forget, I have to embrace it. I have to remember to breathe it all in before I can let it go.