What's so haunting about death? Is it the dark aura when someone mention it? Is it the frightening feeling it leaves? Or the uncertain position of our lives?
Is it because people afraid of hell? Or hoping for heaven?
Or they're afraid of nonexistence?
Maybe they're afraid of unknown condition they would face?
I'm afraid. Afraid of a lot of things. But I finally admit it.
I'm afraid to die.
No, not now. I'm not ready yet.