Ending

I've been thinking about my mortality recently. Or fear of it. Mostly the fear of not existing. What happens? What happens to my consciousness? My Being? Then I think about my health. Why have I not been living healthily? Why haven't I been exercising regularly? Why am I being lazy about it? I convince myself I'll change. And I'll really try too. 

Then the mind becomes complacent. Goes on autopilot and forgets about these fears. Life goes on. Other more pressing concerns and worries. Other more important things that need focus.

Life, I guess.