I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

I'm living at a peak of clarity and beauty I never knew existed. Every part of me is attuned to the work. I soak it up into my pores during the day, and at night—in the moments before I pass off into sleep—ideas explode into my head like fireworks. There is no greater joy than the burst of solution to a problem. Incredible that anything could happen to take away this bubbling energy, the zest that fills everything I do. It's as if all the knowledge I've soaked in during the past months has coalesced and lifted me to a peak of light and understanding. This is beauty, love, and truth all rolled into one. This is joy.

I adore life but I don't fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible.

Do not fear death so much but rather the inadequate life

Do not fear death... only the unlived life.
You don't have to live forever;
You just have to live.

I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death.