When you put all of your focus on not-dying to the point of thinking about safety and security all day long with this Orwellian meta-cognizance, you are in effect worshipping death. And do you know what death is? A zero. A null. There is no reason to worship death. Death worship is unfullfilling. But it is still worship.
I don’t have this problem. I let life come at me knowing that events don’t just happen randomly, and the idea of controlling reality is ludicrous beyond hubris. There is a natural ordering force in the universe that keeps living beings from exploding into chaos at any moment. Do you realize how many millions of little decisions got made in your body today to keep your metabolism going? And they all just went perfectly meanwhile you’re probably doing your best to sabotage them.
My point here is that death cannot be avoided, logically. Even if we slow down aging, a piano can still fall on your head. So don’t go crazy with the security. Also, death is not the end; it’s the turn of the page. Ok?
Worship something better. Like life! And living and joy and smiling. Take the time you were going to worry and fret about everything not turning out perfect or possibly exploding, and find something that makes you happy. The world was created for your happiness! Well, maybe it was evolution that spent 3 billion years slaving away at the desk so that you would be perfect for this world.
And that makes me smile.