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Like some folks have commented on here, there is some truth to be said about a healthy 60+ person who is remaining mobile and has a sense of wisdom that some find invaluable. I'm more of a traditionalist when it comes to the older generation carrying a sense of experience to the table.
Personally, I couldn't care less how long I live. There are NO guarantees in how long a person may live. I could get hit by a drunk driver tomorrow and never leave the hospital alive again. OR, I could have my flesh slowly deteriorate into a dried up shell of my former self and have my meatbagish-health dangle over the fireplace. OR, I could wax older, wrinkly, still remain active and enjoy a twilight of enlightened peacefulness; engaging the mind in the most productive of less-prestigious paths. Optimism or pessimism is irrelevant and mostly dependent on one's view and attitude of the present.
I am one of the world's most boring humans. I have the most introverted hobbies (music listening and comp., computers, martial arts, books, some games, and some art). I can do most of these when I am an old fart. I have a cell-phone, but 99% of the calls are made by only one person -- my fiance'. I have friends, but they keep disappearing with every stage of my life for new locations, jobs, and other activities... I almost seem to continually reincarnate myself in the same body. Age is merely a byproduct of suffering these continual reinventions of self until I cannot re-fabricate myself in reality any more - RIP.
Am I afraid of becoming an old fart? It is on the bottom of my worry list. Don't you remember that we can die at any time? Well, we can have our health twist and break at any time as well. I could get hit by that drunk driver and become a vegetable instead of expiring. Or I could retain most of my mental facilities but be paralyzed from the neck down and crap my pants without even feeling it.
While I would rather have a clean death than have a lengthy decay process in any way, I have more proactive things to worry about. Things that I can control, I am trying to control such as my education, my relationships, and my pursuit of happiness. I'm young, and therefore have not come across the more negative aspects of aging, but cosmetics and the ability to perform various kicks one-legged for an extended period of time are not treasured possessions.
How does a person remain sane in the light of these lingering threats of unhappiness or death? Everyone has a cop out, and I have my beliefs. Am I afraid to die? I'm only afraid to leave ones that I have managed to love (family, my wife-to-be, etc...)
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...On college-driven hiatus...
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