It is, in fact, the exact opposite. I want to live. And I want to live with confidence.
Death will come whenever it damn well pleases. It won’t find me an easy prey. It will have to quit smoking, invest in a pair of cross trainers, and will have to get in shape if it even plans on catching up to me. I am too busy exploring the unknown to bother wasting time on the inevitable.
Like I’ve said, worrying is just a jinx.