I guess we have to accept that this perspective will be at the bottom of such threads.

But this is the conclusion I’ve come to as well. I used to fear death, now I fear wasting my life.

The more I learn about the natural world, the more I can see that death is a gift, a mechanism for renewal as well as for protecting things which have existed for millions of years.

Nothing I have in my brain is that special, compared to what the collective of life has created. I’m happy to give up living and become a more background part of what comes next. It’s an honor. And I hope I can honor it.

It’s very interesting to read this thread though and remember that so many people see death as a simple black line that might just as well be evaded as understood.