Why are you afraid of dying? Death comes naturally. Honestly I'm more afraid of not living. Think about it. You wake up everyday, eat breakfast, go to work and then come home, have dinner and start the whole process over again. 

You exist.

But can you say with absolute certainty that you live?

Humans are broken. But that is where their beauty lies. True, being broken is painful and often lonely. But one day, all those broken children will find someone just like them. Beautifully broken. And together they will pick up their pieces and start putting each other back together. With pieces from both half's. Some pieces fit, most won't. But together they will create art. Perfectly imperfect. Beautifully broken..