I appreciate this perspective. I've been feeling acutely the tragedy of life - this promise (and sometimes, now in the past, the experience) of beauty and fulfillment (I still feel this most when I listen to my favorite classical music), unrequited, unrequitable. I am still stuck on the goodness that life has been, in many ways. I also think about how not everyone has had that - that life has never been good or beautiful or promising for some people; and so I have been lucky to have 30 quite good years. The sense of tragedy I feel is that having to end, not just sooner rather than later, but at all.
But that's kind of what you're saying. Death, and the march toward it, is a part of human experience anyway. I think I'm still fighting against life getting worse; it feels too sad. I want to hang onto everything that's felt lovely to me. But it all goes away, at some point, and we age (dreadful for me), and die.
I will think about your perspective more. It feels healthy.