From a child the idea of living on and on forever frightened me. When I became an adult, that fear never left me because I just could not comprehend the idea of eternity. My coping mechanism was to look ahead only as far as the end of Jesus' thousand year reign - a finite point in the future.
Nobody I knew seemed to experience the same feeling of dread and because we were taught that God had put thoughts of time indefinite into our hearts, I wondered why it wasn't in mine. Maybe I wasn't supposed to make it into paradise.
I do not want to die, but at the same time, now I have left the religion, I don't fear death as much as I feared living forever.
CM