Only madness doesn't fear death

I keep wondering myself about the so called good reason to live for. Maybe there isn't one. Maybe living is the good reason to live for. You never expect the day you're going to die. So, why living expecting it to come? I want to live everyday as if it was the last one. But everyday something comes up that takes time to do. Everyday, someone nearly controls my time, my own. Everyday, I am told what to do. So the things I really desire keep waiting or eventually they desapear. Will I die fulfilled if I die today? Probably not. Shall all my unfinished minor businesses become the reasons for which I keep fighting for this meaningless life. The day that I don't have nothing more to do. Or the day that I don't know out to do anything more. Those will be the days I will calmly embrace death. Those will be days of madness, the days you shall not fear death.