I never wanted to get to the age of 50. There is something about being young and vibrant (both physically and intellectually). There is nothing to be said for aging - absolutely nothing. Everything that was good has gone. For good.
Yes, your brain, thanks to the benefits of experience, should still have its uses, but who is prepared to pay for your intellectual output?
Physically meanwhile, life is something of a joke. Nothing but nothing works the way that it should any more.
Sex, the thing that often saves you from despair in your younger years, becomes more like hard work than fun, and anyway the people with whom you would like to do it are most likely out of your reach.
And if you were hit by bad economies more than once in your prime earning years (as I was, thanks particularly to the awful Margaret Thatcher's wretched government in the UK in 1980s), the chances are that your savings will not amount to much.
And if you treat debt as an enemy to be avoided?
No, survival for its own sake is a ridiculous concept. Getting old has nothing to be recommended. There should be some way of avoiding ever getting there.
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