A rephrasing may be all that’s in order but even then – even if I said try not to fear death so much I don’t think it’d happen. While making my wholehearted effort I’d more likely than not be subconsciously pacing round in a tiny circle wrenching my hands and muttering ohboyohboyohboyohboy – externally, calm, cool and semi-sophisticated. It’ll never happen. Here properly, plausibly using the word never.
Never fear death…I’d have to die to do that!
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How can I ever hope to achieve a goal that includes the word never…I can’t complete this until I die.
DIE!!! ~ oh no! take cover~
If I’m not afraid for me, but I consider, what will my children and wife do without me? It is this thought which kept me from killing myself in the months after Iraq and Kosova.
So, does my desire to live because of them primarilly translate to a fear of dying? I don’t think so, but you know, you never know until you face death again, do you?
The fear of death and dying is like fearing eating, breathing or sleeping. It’s a fact of life. A mysterious and scary fact of life.

