Like most people, I’ve spent a lot of time stressing over age as time passes. I wouldn’t say it’s a fear of getting older, more of a concern of what comes with it.

Yet recently I’ve had a much different relationship with the thought. I’m sure this is due in part to the fact that I don’t feel that I’m getting much older. Though I am ageing, I still feel young. Maybe not as young as I once did, but certainly younger than I expected to at this age.

But another reason I’m less concerned about the future is two-fold — one more uplifting than the other.

On one hand, advancements in technology and medicine are advancing faster than we can grasp. The likelihood of living longer, healthier, quality lives is increasing by the minute. Many clichés of ‘old age’ are fading. This is reason to be hopeful.

But, with those same advancements, things could go completely sideways. Combine these future concepts with an already volatile world and our existence might tragically — although in epic fashion — come to an end.

I don’t mean for this to be a negative outlook. It’s bound to happen at some point — hopefully many millennia from now. But when it does, I don’t expect the show to be boring.

So I don’t fear for the future. If the worst happens, at least it will be interesting.

Thankfully it’s far more likely that we’ll live longer, healthier and more extraordinary lives than anyone before us.