After another sleepless night with nothing to do but think, I've been enlightened somewhat. Over time I've constantly asked myself what my greatest fear would possibly be. Death was quickly ruled out seeing that I look forward to it though I am a bit concerned about the way I die. But to cut to the chase, I've discovered that I fear having something to live for at the time that I'm about to die. Obviously, that's not the case at the moment. I have nothing keeping me here. No reason to get up in the morning. I'm just working that routine to the best of my abilities with some variation thrown in for good measure.
I don't know if this fear will last or become overwritten by another but it is what it is at the moment.