I got existential when I turned 40. I was swamped by this suffocating feeling of running out of time, like some cosmic clock counting down. I think death scares us because we see it as an end of what we know - what our senses know, what we can comprehend. Yes, we're told there's a new life that comes after, but for many people that's a stretch to conceive of. It's hard to let go of what you've known. I can't say I've shaken my existential crisis completely these days, but it's gotten better. I focus more on living, soaking up the moments where nothing is happening and savouring it. That's what I think it means to be alive. Great post, my dude!