Still looking at the three sides of the bill. . .
Once upon a time, there was a boy. That boy didn’t really care about anything, his only goal was to play. But this boy wasn’t normal, for some reason, he wanted to kill his parents, he hated them as much as he loved them. Then as time passed, he grew up. He made friends, fell in love, lost and won, denied and accepted the existence of God and then suddenly, he stopped. He came to a point of stagnation. He is still a boy, but he’s a boy who’s optimistic and is not about to give up on becoming a man. Although he’s still not doing anything today, someday he’ll be free, independent and would be able to make others happy, especially his loved ones.
What’s so bad about dying? The only difference is whether it happens sooner or later.