One of my most important insights I got from my panic attacks is that life is far more scary than death if you think about it.
I mean .... do you know how much things have to be in order just for us to exist? We have to have the correct blood pressure, the correct oxigen levels in our blood, the temperature on earth has to be exactly right, we need food and water all the time.
And just think about us floating on a ball of lava through an empty space. But the speed and radius of the earth circling the sun has to be exactly correct for us to exist, if earth would move just a bit slower, we would crash into the sun, if it was faster we would drift away into the cold universe. This shit is actually pretty fucked up if you think about it.
And what's the fucking chance that there is no other life anywhere ... why are we so "alone"? wtf.
I mean, we get so focused on our pathetic little lifes, like ants, and completly forget how fucking big and scary the universe actually is.
There's also a big chance that there are more dimensions. Just because we have organs who can only perceive 3 dimensions doesn't mean there aren't more. It's actually fucking scary to think about the stuff that exists which we cannot perceive because our bodies aren't capable of that.
Like ... damn ... life is so much scarier than death to be honest.