I'm not scared of death, per se. It might be a fear of the unknown, sort of. I have a very palpable self-conscious awareness of reality that comes and goes. I am convinced nothing I try and figure out about it will prove effective in mitigating any surprise. Beyond this life, there is a realness as real as this is. I simply cannot penetrate the mystery and seek ways to escape the crushing, relentless bouts of existential crisis I have nearly every day. Sometimes I wish I could just die and get the shit over with.
This awareness has changed my value systems to where I just don't feel connected to the flow of ignorance that it seems the tide of humanity is swept up in.