It’s a trivial reflection in a topic like this but I remember thinking when Blockbuster went out of business a few months back that I’ve lived through the entire history of the video store business. I can remember when video stores were rare to the point of non-existence. I can remember the boom when there were video stores everywhere. And now I’ve gone through the collapse as the business fades back to non-existence.
Yes, I do. Stay away from large groups of stupid people, hopefully make 80 years (I’m 43). Since I turned 40, the amount of toys no longer matter. MUH!
To help, I should quit smoking, but I don’t like playing in traffic. 
I plan to live forever. So far so good!
Frankly, for me, it’s more a case of procrastination than goals. Dying is a hassle. I’ll put it off a while longer.
I’d like to see my children grown and settled. Given that the baby turned 2 recently, and I’ll turn 45 next month, that probably accounts for my three-score-and-ten. Beyond that, I’m good with any number, so long as I’m in control of my mental faculties and able to physically function well enough to keep myself “fed” intellectually and handle my own bathroom chores.
The women in my family seem to live ungodly long, and I’m okay if I can go out like my Grandma: mentally competent until the end, if a bit frail physically, and a major heart attack that kills me before I hit the ground at age 97. Or like my late grandmother-in-law, who depended on home care for her last few years, but was competent enough to dictate her own DNR at age 99. My other grandmother is still living, but she’s in a nursing home and gaga. I don’t want nurses changing my diapers for my last several years, and I don’t want my family to go through the hell of watching a personality die long before the person dies.
Update: My mother, 72, just fell in the yard (from standing to the ground, not stairs nor a raised surface) and shattered her leg. I doubt she’ll ever walk again unassisted. Also, I’m not sure if she shattered her good leg or bad leg. Her bad leg has had circulation issues for 20 years and been on the verge of amputation several times.
Don’t be a jerk.
It’s taking longer than I’d thought.
I made up a bucket list back in my 20’s, and found it about 20 years later. I had done everything on the list, so I’m good.
At a minimum, I’d like to set the lifespan record for my immediate family - which currently would be 58 years old. (Brother passed at 44, mother at 47 and father at 57). After that, I’d like to see my youngest through college - so that would get me to 60. After that, I’d like a piece of pie.
I wanted to outlive my dad, who died when he was 54. I achieved that goal (56) so it’s all gravy now.
I’d like to outlive my parents, they have seen one child die and they don’t deserve to have to go through that again.
I’d also like to see my youngest get to at least 30, I figure the trauma of losing a parent at that age doesn’t derail your life, so that’s 22 more years, taking me to 68. My mom could still be alive at 91, so perhaps a few years after that.
I don’t care about accomplishing anything or seeing anything or doing anything, just being there for the people that need me.
I’m going to be 110. It’s a nice rare number, but not quite recordbreaking. I won’t be the world’s oldest man but for many people I meet I’ll be the oldest individual they’ll ever run into in person.
Although I’m not a sports fan, I’d like to live long enough to see the Cubs win the World Series. That should keep me on the right side of the sod for a looooong time.
Interesting question - I never thought of it. There’s stuff I want to do, so I’ll probably limit my lifetime goals to that, but not age. My family has decent longevity - my grandfather & granddad lived into their 70s or 80s and my grandparents on my mom’s side lived into their 80s.
All of them had preventable diseases directly related to smoking and alcohol. I don’t smoke and hardly drink, so hopefully I’ll live longer than that. Then again, I have a seizure disorder and, to my knowledge, they didn’t have any brain wiring issues. I guess we’ll see.
Short answer- the heat death of the Universe.
Long answer- I want to live long enough to be able to transfer my consciousness into a computer. I figure if I can make it that long, I can make my goal.
My mother died abruptly at 51… six years older than I am right now. I’ve always kind of viewed that as a deadline, one I’d like to make it past.
Like some others here, I’m more concerned with what the quality of my life will be as I age than I am about hitting any particular milestone.
I’m fortunate enough at 62 to still be able to do what I love, which is to strap on my guitar and play music (including reasonably loud and jumpin’ rock ‘n’ roll). I live in fear of the day when I’ll no longer be physically able to play and/or sing…and more generally, I fear the overall decrepitude that will inevitably beset me as I age.
I don’t have a lot of confidence that I’ll be able to deal with the frustrations this will bring very well. I’ve told my wife to kick me in the ass if I turn into a cantankerous old man, but I wonder how well I’ll be able to fight it.
We joke about jumping off a cliff together when it all becomes too much to bear, but I don’t know if we’d have the guts to do it.
Like Yossarian in Catch-22, my goal is to live forever or die in the attempt. 
More seriously, I’d like to make it to mid-century. I’d turn 96 in 2050; I figure that’s pretty doable. My dad will turn 89 later this month, my mom’s 87, one of my grandfathers lived to 94, his brother lived to 99, and a great-aunt on the other side lived to 100.
2101, huh? You have no chance to survive make your time. 