Dying is a weird thing for me. I know I'm going to have to die and when I do die it won't matter to me because when you're dead, nothing matters (you're dead, what do you care? You can't).
On the other hand, nobody particularly wants to die at all, because they're living. It's this catch-22; I'm not afraid to die, I've accepted that it's going to happen, but I'm going to go somewhat out of my way to avoid dying, because I like living. It's not that I dislike being dead, because I can't dislike a state of conscious/subconscious/unconscious nonexistence, and emotion requires at least one of those states.
ITT, I like living so I don't want to die, but it's going to happen anyways and that's beyond my control. I don;t know, it's confusing to talk about
