Define adventures? 

And why would they ever be all behind you?

First I'm going to have to fight my way out of this bloody jungle. Crocodiles and that. 

no

well, it obvs depends somewhat on the kind of adventures one wants

but for example because older people tend to be less attractive (so are less appealing to both romantic and social companions for adventure) and have worse health (so can't get travel insurance).

I mean sure there will hopefully always be the adventure of a good book.

Yes. And still room for more. 

Simply being alive is an adventure.  We are made of stardust, born in the hearts of dying suns, living on a ball spinning through infinite space. 

What more adventure do you need?

Amen 

More adventures pls. 

ofc being alive isn't an adventure don't b absurd

we don't even actually exist, we are just animals temporarily deluded by chemicals into believing that we do

adventure is more than just existing

Well being alive is the best adventure you’re ever going to get so you might as well enjoy it while you can.

No- have an as yet unquenched thirst for the next.  We have worked like dervishes to build some momentum which is now carrying through into adventure.  Next stop some properly off grid places and experiences with a dash of luxury.

"if you stopped having adventures now would you be able to live on the memories of those that have come before?"  Adventure in dementia?

I used to think like you Clergs. 
 

Then I almost died and that experience taught me just how precious being alive really is.. 

Now I look at the sky, or a tree or anything really and I just marvel at the fact that any of it exists at all.
 

I was mulling over the same things a little over a month ago, while hooked up to a drip in each arm, electrodes stuck to various parts of my chest, wired up to a machine reading out graphs that had to do with things like heart rate and breathing. 

Now I have had the good fortune to have seen some amazing things - giant tuna surface-feeding in the lee of Gomera; peregrines hitting warp speed a thousand feet above the City of London.  I ought to be grateful for having seen those sights, and I am.  But the prospect that those memories might be all I had to live off made me sick to my stomach.  Simply existing is not nearly enough.  I need to have at least the hope that I can be waiting for a marlin to explode on a lure, or watching a peregrine so high in the sky it looks like a speck.  Without that my existence would be a very hollow one.  

What gives me the most joy and adventure is immersion in the natural world. I also enjoy really laughing which is rarer than it used to be. I became stuck upside down under water recently and I noticed how calm and happy I was. Stuck in an office or inside is not living for me. These adventures will end only when I end. 

I almost died once and temporarily filled with existential panic 

Was back in Clergs mode almost before I got discharged from the hospital though