I simply had not to reflect on it.

 

But now I understand, what exactly the fear of death forces the person to make any actions.

 

What they - good or bad - it is unimportant.

 

The death does not frighten me. It bewitches.

 

But to learn that waits for me behind a death threshold, I do not hasten.

 

Perhaps it too any fear?

 

I do not know.

 

But me always interests, why and as other people concern death.

 

Someone is afraid, someone - is not present.

 

But me excites not that it when - нибудь will come, and that I can not have time to execute the dreams and desires.

 

And at me it is a lot of plans for a life.

 

Also the death can prevent only, after all "death are worse than anything are not present, and death to all of us equally not to avoid".