When I said “raging against dying”, I really mean making peace with the thought of death. I strongly believe it isn’t something to be swept under the rug, but rather something to be wrestled with, thought through, and truly considered, with genuine honesty. In a sense, there can be nothing more important.
Your individual consciousness is special, it is unique. You have memories and experiences. Deep thought, shallow urges, appreciation for beauty, relationships, love.
If you believe that consciousness ends at death, each time it does, its like a whole universe winks out. And everything that consciousness experienced is meaningless. If this is true, then no amount of self generated “meaning in this life” can make up for even an ounce of pain this consciousness experienced - because that pain was experienced for nothing. No “meaning” endures. It’s universe ended when it did.
But in your heart you know that isn’t true. There are answers if you seek. But giving up and not thinking about death is nothing but a cop out.