My mother died at 63 so I have never expected to live much longer than that, hence never planned for it. I will be 70 in a few weeks time, and although I live a relatively active life, and belong to/help with various organisations, because I have moved around quite a bit I am no longer close to loved ones or long term friends. There are times when I feel that the effort it takes to stay active is not worth it, and have to force myself to do things so as not to let others down. I look forward to days when I can stay in and not get dressed, or at least wear jogging bottoms and fleece tops, and not bother with make up! I could easily give up everything, sit at home and read/watch tv, and eat bread and cheese and occasional other things, knowing that in doing so I would go down hill fast. I am content with "three score years and ten" and if I were to be diagnosed with something life threatening I don't think I would bother to fight it. I am not depressed, I have had a life, and I think I have been lucky to have lived in the second half of the last century. The future holds a lot of promise, but also a lot of suffering as the world adjusts to new realities. I will be happy to go when the time comes, and look forward to the next stage of existence, which I firmly believe in.