I am 62, and don't feel like that. Sometimes I feel like 16, 25, maybe 35 tops.
This sometimes clashes with the creeping difficulties of ageing, though. I try my best to prentend they're not there - less stamina, a tiny bit of arthritis, fibromyalgia. I can bear witht these things much better than my psychiatric illnesses, thouigh. As I have gotten older, my weight has gone slowly but steadily down - right now, with my gardening, it has gotten below the safe point. And agoraphobia has come back hard, too. Maintaining myself is constant work.
I am pretty active, perhaps too much so, and I don't have the illnesses of age many of my friends (and people younger than) have. And wth the lifelong handicaps which have so severely limited my participation in anything, I am blessed now with being in the best shape I have ever been in. But I do have to rest, never did before. When I don't and keep on pushing, I end up getting sick .I am a bit jaded, too, but much wiser, with a perspective now that accepts a great deal I would have fought against before. I am not easily shocked at the way things are. Seen enough by now not to be suprised at almost anything that happens. I've learned to pick my battles more carefully, and I certainly know I don't have the time I once did.
All the more reason for living each day as fully as I can.