It’s not. Neither is Hell, for that matter. Just wonderful, wonderful oblivion. A dreamless sleep without worry or pain, no getting up in the middle of the night to pee, no alarm clock, no dirty dishes crusting over in the sink. When it’s over, nothing and nobody can hurt you, nothing is asked of you and you cannot fail at anything. Over 100 billion people have died so far, and at least another nearly 8 billion will also snuff it sometime in the next century. Only a handful will ever have a notion you existed, fewer will care, zero will ever truly know your heart. You are more utterly alone than you can possibly know. More succinctly: “You’ve come from nothing, you’ll go back to nothing, so you can lose nothing.”
Yes, this means nothing you (or anyone, not just you) do or don’t do has any meaning at all. This means you’re playing at a game you can’t win, but more importantly, you can’t lose. The only burdens you bear are the ones you’ve chosen to bear. If you find you are carrying too much, chuck some of it aside. If someone else wants that parcel to be carried it, then they should pick it up. Oh sure, for the brief cosmic flicker of an instant you exist in this universe, someone will judge you. But what does their judgment matter?