No, I do not fear death. I would say I am slightly apprehensive about the method in which I die though, e.g. in excruciating pain and suffering versus a peaceful slipping away. However, death in of itself is not frightening. In fact, I would say I am looking forward to the day I die. I am filled with insatiable curiosity, about the nature of the universe, of existence, of life, of death, of everything. I wish to know what lies beyond, if in fact, anything does at all. If I had not desires I still wish to fulfill, I would kill myself this very instance to experience death. Unfortunately, the curiosity that consumes me won't allow that, at least not yet. There is still much to see, learn, possess, and experience in this life, and as such, along with reasons of honor, I cannot self-terminate. But when death comes for me, I will accept it willingly and perhaps with gusto.
I have no religious or spiritual beliefs, so there will be no afterlife or reincarnation for me. Death, I hope, will be an endless sleep of oblivion. I can understand the appeal of an eternal paradise or living again, but in all honesty, I would only wish to experience paradise for a few years before going finally to my rest. I have lived a sheltered life with little hardship and I am still very young by most individuals' view, but I am very very tired. My desires and honor are the only things that can keep me from death at this point. Honor, in this case, meaning I cannot end my own life. Many people live in this world who desperately fight to live, to thrive, to simply be. My situation, compared to theirs, is nothing, inconsequential, and yet I would choose to die? That is to spit in the face of those who strive to live. That will not do. As such, to be blunt, suicide is not an option. Secondly, is my desire. To put it simply, I want possession. Of knowledge, of physical items, and perhaps of things closer to my heart that I will not admit to, but whatever they may be, I WANT them. It's hard to express the extent of this desire, but its strength and capacity is why I am still so desperately clinging to life. Death is only second to this.
I apologize for going off on a tangent, but it's rare I get a chance to explain myself. It is a relieving feeling, but I should probably refrain from further such displays. To sum it up, I am not afraid of death. Perhaps this will change though, as soon, if I succeed, I should have a chance to come face to face with my mortality. Thank you for reading.