I've expressed my fear and anxiety of dying in a different post, but another component to that is the meaning of life. What is the meaning of life if there is an inevitable death in the end. Nothing of what I do will be remembered in a few generations. My existence wouldn't have mattered. This is more of a harsh realization that I cant seem to get off my mind. It sometimes leaves wishing that I wasn't born. I dont want to die, but I just did not want to be born just to die a meaningless death.