The sweetness of life is its temporariness.
What we call the human person is a 50 trillion-celled constellation of habits and memories. When these go, so does the person.
Without death, life would have no meaning, no sweetness. Death is life in its most sacred aspect. If I fear death, I fear change.
I am not a good person; nor am I a bad person. I am not even a person.
Life is not an orderly business. Perhaps you’ve noticed that.