I'm going to be 75 in May. How can I have lived this long and not know anything?
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I guess I can be surprised I'm alive. I'm taking a little better care of myself than when I was a young person. My father died when he was 63. My mother made it to 74. My grandparents, God, they were dropping like flies.
I always wanted to live to about 70. I thought that'd be a good age.
I'm one year away from 70 and I've had a good run. I really believe I'm okay.
I'm the oldest 26-year-old I know. A lot of experience has been crammed into a short amount of time. Some days I feel a good 65, 70. Like I want to lie down.
I'm going to be 60, and I'm almost used to myself.
I don't want to live beyond the age of 75. That would be a good point to bow out. I don't want to go on for ever.
I'll be 65 in September and I work as much as I want to, take cruises with Kay, relax with my family, do everything in moderation, because I want to enjoy my life.
I'm not afraid of turning 80 and I have lots of things to do. I don't have time for dying.
My mother just died at 103, so that's a start. You should live 20 years longer than your parents.
I feel prematurely old. I'm actually having this major belated quarter-life crisis. I'm turning 30 in a couple of weeks. I've been thinking a lot about mortality. A lot about what I'm going to do with my life and how to enjoy it. One of the things I'm going to work on is being more spontaneous, letting go, embracing the beauty of come-what-may.