My grandmother (who passed away shortly before her 100th birthday) said that living so long was not all it was cracked up to be. Grandpa was quite ready to go after the last small stroke left him so shaky that he was unable to enjoy any of the pastimes which he loved.
Now that I am 65 and subjected beyond argument to the satrapy of globalism, I "get" how a person views longevity with mixed emotions.
My grandmother lived to her mid 90’s. Said the same thing more or less, that it was distressing that her body couldn’t keep up with her mind. She never lost a beat, mentally. Many things she did over her life, and wanted to do, but her body just couldn’t do it. That must be very depressing to the soul. And, you outlive just about every friend and neighbor you made over a lifetime. My missus became a great friend to her, took her to lunches and drove her places to take photographs - taught her how to use photoshop of all things to edit her photographs. And they were 2 generations apart. Hard to make new friends especially generations younger than you and when it’s hard to get around.