Since I turned 50, I've discovered I have a new lease of life.
My 40s were terrible. They started with the worst birthday I've ever had when my ex-wife organised a surprise party, despite knowing I hated them. Guess who also ended up paying for it? Four years later I was divorced, two years after that I was forced out of the family home and tried to kill myself.
Now I'm building a writing career, have my own place, act on stage, have had two books published. It's not perfect, but it's far better than what I had before and better than almost any other time of my life.
I may have less active life in front of me than I have behind me, but I intend to pack a lot into these years.