Having recently faced my own mortality, and hopefully survived it, and finding myself utterly taken aback because I honestly thought that this getting older lark would take longer......find contentment. Find things you enjoy, and actually enjoy them.
I've just been out in my garden, weeding, pruning, all stuff I haven't been able to do since before Autumn, and Oh, but it's cold and it's fresh air and it's wonderful and the whole world is somehow brighter and lighter

and I find myself somehow almost tearfully happy.
Little things matter. It doesn't need to be an expedition to enjoy a walk in a wood someplace, or scramble up part of a hill, sit and watch the birds, dig over the garden, sort out kit.
Look at the trees, really look at them, be aware that the seasons are turning; enjoy that, relish it.
I'm in, slowly warming up, but I have hot chocolate and some flying saucers
My Granny said it over sixty years ago. "Contentment is a great wealth". She was older than I am now, but I think she had the right of it.
My Doctor said to me that health is 80% genetics, 10% luck and 10% you can do something about. My family lives long, usually, and mid nineties is a reasonable expectation. My cousins in their early 80's look 60's, kind of thing.
Anyway, my fit as a fiddle, ran every day, watched his diet, etc., Doctor dropped dead at 54....his father had done the same at 56.
I've stopped thinking about how long, and have just decided to enjoy making things, growing things, being part of the seasonal round, enjoying the company of family, friends and companions, and the folks we meet along the way
I wish you long healthy lives, full of interesting things to do
M