Actually it happened that some doctor mixed me up with a patient who had pharyngeal carcinoma. Before knowing that it was just a mistake, I didn't really freak out. I was 25 years old back then. Honestly I would LOOOVE to lose my life as I wouldn't have to struggle anymore, and I wouldn't have to feel guilty when my mother feels sad. I wouldn't have to feel selfish if I stopped worrying about the future of humanity. Etc, etc.
|A girl with a unicorn|
I'm not sure why I feel this way today, but it does seem that fear nourishes in our ignorance. I mean, the moment you open a scientific book, and read a bit about death, and you start to realize how nature works when we're dead, you just become more knowledgeable about death, and death less scary than before, , unless mom and dad told you those creepy after life stories when you were little :)
In the end I would like to say that I'm actually scared of pain more than death.