I'm not generally afraid of death because I think of myself as lucky to have been alive at all.
It's not always easy to feel lucky like that, but it ought to be. A bigger question is: why don't we all feel lucky to have been alive, every moment of the day? In any situation of life and any circumstance, isn't it awe-inspiring that we're experience this slice of life in an uncaring universe? That we're being and not un-being? But for most of us 99.999% of the time we don't feel that way.
Because you can't be "unluckily" never-been-alive. If you didn't exist, there wouldn't be a "you" to be lucky or unlucky. You can't be "un-being". It's an immediate logical contradiction. Being alive is the baseline. Being alive is a tautology.
Of course, you're still free to feel lucky being alive. But it’s an irrational feeling. (Not that that's necessarily a bad thing.)
It's not always easy to feel lucky like that, but it ought to be. A bigger question is: why don't we all feel lucky to have been alive, every moment of the day? In any situation of life and any circumstance, isn't it awe-inspiring that we're experience this slice of life in an uncaring universe? That we're being and not un-being? But for most of us 99.999% of the time we don't feel that way.