At 58, I read Zoe Williams’s column with a mixture of laughter and disbelief, and, I admit, a flicker of irritation (Gen Z thinks old age begins at 53 – so I have only three months to go, 28 April). If 53 is now considered the starting point of “old age”, what exactly am I meant to be doing? Planning my funeral? Retiring from joy?

Williams captures something real about generational perception, but the conclusion deserves a gentle pushback. The idea that life sharply declines into fragility and caution in one’s early 50s is not just exaggerated, it’s unhelpful. It risks shrinking people’s sense of what remains possible. At 58, I am not winding down; I am still discovering, still moving, still interested in the world. Yes, perhaps I am slightly more aware of my knees than I was at 27, but I am also wiser about what truly matters and far less interested in living by someone else’s definition of limitation.

If younger generations believe that old age begins at 53, they may be in for an abrupt awakening. Life does not suddenly become smaller; if anything, it can become richer and more self-directed. So rather than accepting this premature label, I would suggest that we reject it. Not angrily, but with a sense of humour and a refusal to comply. Because the truth is simple: age is not a deadline for living fully. And if anyone insists otherwise, they might politely be told to think again.
Luz Castano
Edgware, London