I do not fear death

If that so, why are we paralysed with fear when we think about our death?

It seems like we are going to lose something.

What?

Life?

Chance?

Chance for what?

It's been said that people much more regret for things they didn't do then for things they did.

Are we, actually, afraid of life? Of living?

And what really means to live?

Aren't we doing that all the time?