

Sort of. Without death life cannot have a meaning – there’d always be time to do that thing you’ve always wanted to, there’d be an endless number of sunrises ahead, so this one wouldn’t be beautiful.
Because of this we are free to have a meaningful life.
I believe most creatures are hardwired to preserve their own lives. Fight or fight isn’t a thought, it’s an instinct – the weight of death. Making a thought like that beautiful is the only thing that got me out of a rough patch a few years ago. I see where you’re coming from though.