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How often do you think about age?

I guess a good question ask is how old do all you broken down people want to live?

I am thinking no more than 80. Just don't want to be all frail and I have lived a good life so far with tons of amazing experiences.
 
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I guess a good question ask is how old do all you broken down people want to live?

I am thinking no more than 80. Just don't want to be all frail and I have lived a good life so far with tons of amazing experiences.
Dang good question. My mom is bedridden and far down the Alzheimer’s Road. Others in my family have eventually died as she will. I muchly hope that that is not my destiny.
I would much rather fall from a great height while exploring, choke on a great meal, lose it in a fast car while up on two wheels, get taken out while protecting friends, neighbors, or strangers, tap out with a heart attack leaving some decent organs for others, or just not wake up tomorrow. Do not be skeered.
 
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I guess a good question ask is how old do all you broken down people want to live?

I am thinking no more than 80. Just don't want to be all frail and I have lived a good life so far with tons of amazing experiences.

I don't have a number. I have some things I want to do once I am an empty nester, and I want to be healthy as long as possible. So once the health fails, thats my number. Hope they solve Alzheimers by the time I hit that window.
 
Be strong...recognize the changes but embrace them. First eye glasses at 40 but back to no glasses (distance) at 55. Will be 66 this Spring and not giving up...bought a new boat last month. To you youngsters...what you do now WILL affect you later...if you're lucky. If you're not lucky you'll be dead.
 
I think about it occasionally. Time does seem to speed up once you hit 50 or so, and the body wants to constantly remind you you’re not 25 anymore.
So I’ve decided to work out again seeing as I play competitive softball almost every weekend. Running the outfield at 51 takes its toll.
What really keeps me younger are my 28ish year old tinder matches. :cool:
 
Just had a friend(Nole fan) commit suicide at 53 after his wife left him. About 3 years ago had another(Nole grad), check out at 42 for the same thing. Another 48 year old friend that year died unexpectedly of a heart attack. I'm going through a dark period now, but will battle through it. I'm 62 and in good health.
 
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Here's my theory on how time seems to move more quickly the older you get: Your perception of time is relative to your total lifespan. For example, one year represents 10% of a 10 year old's total lifespan compared to 2.5% of a 40 year old's total lifespan. That year seems to go by more quickly for the 40 year old because it's such a small part of your total life experience.

As to the original question: I fear the day that, no matter how hard I train, I won't be stronger/bigger/fitter than I was last month/year. The inevitable physical decline.
 
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I guess a good question ask is how old do all you broken down people want to live?

I am thinking no more than 80. Just don't want to be all frail and I have lived a good life so far with tons of amazing experiences.


You may think differently at age 79.
 
Lol, I did 2 hours of yardwork this weekend. I'm damned near a cripple.
Wife and I will be hitting 50 this year, seems like age comes up the more you accumulate it.
Oh yea know that feeling.
 
I’ve long been aware of my mortality and that of my loved ones. I’m early 40s. I’ve worked with fatal diseases and old people since I was in my 20s. That may be a contributor. As a result:

- I work out every day to maintain my health so that I can be present and functional for my wife and children.
- I called my mother every day for over a decade before she passed away.
- I call my dad every day.
- I talk to my brother frequently, probably text daily. And make an effort to visit even though I live very far apart from my family.
- I try hard not to lose my temper in general. I see losing one’s temper as a failure. I make an effort to be nice to people.
- I attempt to be mindful and enjoy the present.


We don’t live long. No one is really old. Not really.
 
I turned 50 last year.
I never felt old until then. Now my age is self evident more and more with each passing day.
 
I’ve long been aware of my mortality and that of my loved ones. I’m early 40s. I’ve worked with fatal diseases and old people since I was in my 20s. That may be a contributor. As a result:

- I work out every day to maintain my health so that I can be present and functional for my wife and children.
- I called my mother every day for over a decade before she passed away.
- I call my dad every day.
- I talk to my brother frequently, probably text daily. And make an effort to visit even though I live very far apart from my family.
- I try hard not to lose my temper in general. I see losing one’s temper as a failure. I make an effort to be nice to people.
- I attempt to be mindful and enjoy the present.


We don’t live long. No one is really old. Not really.
I feel mixed between Free and the Bandit.
I am gonna hit sixty this year and still go full tilt boogie in a lot of ways. Truth is however, that playing hard is not so easy anymore and I sometimes back off of the easily obtained physical challenges from earlier days.
Pushing hard for fun and fitness is still in the mix, but I have to admit that my abilities are lessened. If not besting past benchmarks are a sign of weakness, well there some of us reside.
 
I think we all wish we'd just die peacefully in our sleep, but what would you do if, while in good health, you were diagnosed with a condition (Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, MS, whatever) that almost certainly meant a long, slow, miserable exit? I'm 72 and have had several friends face this reality. All of them just soldiered on, but it always resulted in a grim struggle for the them and their immediate family members.

My sister has always half-joked about having a little black pill that would allow her to control when she dies. What do you think?
 
I would hang on by my fingernails until the bitterest of bitter ends, and after my fingernails were ripped from the nail beds, I would hang on with my teeth down to the gums.
 
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The thing is, UCLA, with these types of insidious diseases, you usually have no awareness of who you are or where you are or what your family is going through. You really aren't you any longer. Maybe there is some value in going through that, but I can certainly understand someone finding a way to avoid it.
 
Agree. I think I'd have to give serious consideration to turning out my own light.
 
The thing is, UCLA, with these types of insidious diseases, you usually have no awareness of who you are or where you are or what your family is going through. You really aren't you any longer. Maybe there is some value in going through that, but I can certainly understand someone finding a way to avoid it.
I have lived through losing a number of people to neurodegenerative deseases in both my professional and private lives. Those experiences inform my stance.
 
I have lived through losing a number of people to neurodegenerative deseases in both my professional and private lives. Those experiences inform my stance.

Me too, but entirely the other direction.
On more than one occasion I've also had my consciousness expanded to the point I understood there should be no fear in death, and that informs my stance as well.
 
Yep..................dying and what happens after is a scary thought. What will happen to all of this knowledge, experiences, etc. that I have accumulated over this lifetime? I'd like to think they 'travel" on somehow, but I don't believe it so.

EDIT: Holy crap, a FSU_UCLA sighting..........how goes it?
 
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The thing is, UCLA, with these types of insidious diseases, you usually have no awareness of who you are or where you are or what your family is going through. You really aren't you any longer. Maybe there is some value in going through that, but I can certainly understand someone finding a way to avoid it.


That’s not really true until later in those processes, usually. If you are early in the Alzheimer’s process, you’re still you. You just can’t remember new stuff.

I think at some point that shifts and it’s basically walking death. And I think the natural thing is to hang on. My dad who is in his 70s has repeatedly expressed that he will not allow this sort of thing to progress. So far, fortunately, he’s not shown any signs of significant cognitive decline.
 
What an utter waste life would be if it only lasts 80+ years. I would hope not and not going to begin to trust our very limited intellects to know what our wisp of existence is supposed to mean if anything. Maybe the urge for their to be more is the mark of proof in our DNA but then again maybe not.
 
I want to live as long as I possibly can. I hope that I live long enough to have my consciousness uploaded to an artificial neural network.

I mean, you could always come back as "yourself" though...

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Crazy thing, remembered this thread as I was at the gym yesterday and "thought about age" while the spandex clad ladies were working out.
 
I think about it a lot. I will be 46 next week, and lately I have been a bit bummed not so much for knowing the prime years are behind me, but more so by looking at the period of my adult life and adding same span forward to calculate what age I will be. In other words, as an adult ages 22-45, the 23 years of embarking on a career, falling in love, getting married, having three kids seems to have flown by..it does not see that long ago I was out of college working in the Midwest, and then living with my soon to be wife in the late 90s to having our first child in 2002. So now if I add that same 23 year period to my current age, I will be a very robust 68 years old...and that is just crazy...because the other 23 years went so dang fast.
 
Turning 67 in a few weeks, and I've found myself dwelling on this more and more, but for different reasons. I still love teaching, and I still love traveling down to Nole games. I stay active, don't give a crap about what I eat or drink, and try to live every day to its fullest.

But...I come from a family of long-living males (hell, Grandpa made it to 101). But both my parents died of either dementia or Alzheimer's, and there's no way I want my kids to have to go through that. Every time I forget some little thing, I begin to wonder if this is the beginning of the same. That scares the living Bejesus out of me. Thankfully, Mrs. Ed (sorry, no pics) and I agree on this and both of us have made the necessary arrangements so that our boys don't have to cope with us if/when we're mentally incapable of normal functioning.
 
I think it’s quite difficult to let go. My uncle lived in a nursing home for almost a decade and the last several years on a feeding tube. It was a terrible existence in my opinion. By the end he could only say yes or no. This was an MIT educated engineer. The problem for my mom, who was the decision maker was that he expressly stated earlier in his decline that he did not want to die. He asserted that he wanted the docs to fix it. Reasonable, but impossible. So, she resolved to let him die naturally not of starvation. But, it took so long and seemed so miserable.

In comparison my mother died violently (drowning). Not sure which is better. She was too young.
 
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