Making Sense of the Fear of Death

We all recognize that death is inevitable; we are all dead. But there is much debate about what is death. Before asking if fear is reasonable, I think it is important to first discuss why we believe in that death. How can we fear if we do not know what we are afraid of? If I propose that death is a separation of physical thinking and spiritual thought, we have never spiritually died, but I can live in heaven or hell. This is reasonable as I may fall into hell.

I began to believe that life is to achieve a leap of faith. The only fear that still makes sense is the fear of death. I am afraid to hurt the people I care. However, I tried to maximize my life in the embarrassment that I accepted, so let's hold these fears for the time being. Other than that, my point is that this is the first wall of the horror box. This is almost irrational fear, it is only outside my comfort zone. The most fragile. If I break that (well, at least that much), it feels awesome. I think that I can always do what I want to do. This box has more space to walk around! This is the kind of protection I really do not need.

So I am not afraid of death. As Epicurus said, death has little meaning to our sensory organs, so it does not mean anything to us, so fearing what we can not make sense is meaningless. No, it is a logical inference to obey me, to obey the fact of death. The idea that it does not have an objective meaning since death makes life meaningless. In other words, all these meaningful efforts are absurd. This subtle doubt, everything I do is ridiculous, and my progress is to encourage I to consume religion and philosophy, accidentally rejecting the fearful reality of the perfect understanding of the end of death It took. I really want answers. I deeply believe that there is no objective intention in life, but I am looking for meaning in a meaningless world, and I am anxious to prove that I am wrong.