Could I ask an odd question for seniors only?

I'm sixty-five, and at this point, I realize that I have a much smaller amount of life left than I used to. I'm not afraid of this; I don't like it, but I'm not afraid. Erikson saw late life as a time when people review their past and come to terms with what they have and have not accomplished. I find myself doing this, regretting some things and glad of others. (Note to younger people: what I most regret is the chances I didn't take, not the things I did). Otherwise, I pretty much just live my life as it comes; I don't really feel any different than I did in my thirties, say. I'm still me and sometimes it's a bit disconcerting to see the gray hair when I look in the mirror. I hope I never reach the point that I'm ready to go; I'm still curious about the world and people, enjoy many things I've enjoyed for a long time, and always wonder "What's next?"