What made me no longer fear death is thinking about what infinite life is really like.

Let’s say we all get to live forever (wether it’s through scientific advancement or heaven whatever), would it really be a good thing? I will be able read every book on earth, play every video game, fall in love with every single woman and man on earth, and I still have infinite time to spare; what am I going to do in that infinite time left? I will be absolutely bored out of my mind, forever.

Think of life like a video game, a really realistic high-quality one. You can play a really good video game for years, but forever, not really. You’ll eventually get bored and decided to move on, and death exist exactly for this reason.