With the passing of Carrie Fisher, yet another celebrity from my youth, I am reminded of my own mortality. Lost is the fantasy that my time on this Earth is not infinite but a blink of an eye. That I am no longer the young superhero I believed myself to be. It underscores the fact that every second of every minute of every day I am able to lay my eyes upon friends and loved ones is truly a blessing. That spending time looking at the glass as half empty instead of half full, grumbling about what I don’t have and getting myself caught up in the chase for material wealth has skewed my view of what is truly important. That my happiness does not exist out there but rather inside of myself in my spiritual wealth, health, family and friends. It is with this realization that I have come to understand that each day should be seized and enjoyed. That I should live my life doing that which makes me happiest because I truly do not know if I will be here tomorrow. That I should aspire each day to bring a smile to the face of those I love because there is no guarantee that they will be here tomorrow. It through the tragic losses of 2016 that I am reminded just how precious each day of my life is because no tomorrow is guaranteed.