I think of death then, and this liminal time we are caught in, and how we are so busy being scared of it that we are scared to even walk in warm meadows.
Although being defiantly anti-authoritarian most of my years, which sometimes took me outside of the law, any semblance of that fear spoken of in your post, surprisingly or not, fell away when diagnosed with cancer.
I feared death less when I went through my father's cancer. Sometimes you have to get up close and personal with it to accept it, right? Off to read that post now.
That does appear to be true. We seem to be able to grasp things, like impermanence, on an intellectual level. Yet that seems so much more less than the reality of being close and personally real.
So, open your palms to the sky, and allow the rain to wet your skin. There's no point running in doors. This is life, in all it's glory and pain.