Musings: Death

I was born into this world brave, but I am afraid to die. The time keeps ticking, but why does it matter? Is it because I'll have to pass up my life and cease to exist? I don't want to die a painful death, I'd rather die with a peaceful breath. I am afraid to die today, when I close my eyes or tomorrow when I open them. I am afraid to get everything I want for I would have no desire to live then. I do not know what scares me more. The death itself or the thought of it. I am afraid that life might make me suffer for my entire lifetime. My fright makes me do things I do not want to at times and, binds me from doing things that I want to at this time. I am afraid I'll not be remembered after I am dead, maybe that is why I like to solve problems of other people than solving problems of myself. I am afraid I'll never become the man I dream of becoming... Or maybe that was my destiny written in the stars. I want to live. Preserve myself from the kiss of doom. I want to live not die so soon.