A while back I came to the same conclusion. “I wasn’t in fear of s***” is what it is all about. Not fearing death makes your life delicious. You enjoy it more. Screw it, I am having the delicious fried food. Screw it, I am going to try sky diving. etc.
YOU SIR, *get* it.
Lost my fear of death when I was an active addict. Too many times a hit coulda killed me, too many times someone with a pistol coulda killed me.
That's old hat to me now.
Kill me? Sure. Save me the grief of a debilitating disease someday. LOL
Is life so sweet, so precious, that every moment must be lived? I say not. With what I see my country becoming, life is "just okay", it's not all that.