The past few years have seen us stagger from one self made crisis to the next, the lunatics took over the asylum a while ago and one of these days it will catch up with us, Covid was a shot across the bows. I'm glad I'm not in the first flush of youth because there's little good on the horizon.
If we somehow manage to stagger along for the next few decades the climate is going to finish us off anyway and all the self aggrandising slapping on the back of how great we are, all the hand wringing over border squabbles, the paranoia, all the money, the big important men, the average punters, the good people, our entire history, will disappear in flames, the earth won't miss us one bit.
Maybe our replacements, the next self aware species walking around on our ashes will do a better job, they can't do any worse. Or maybe the self awareness of our own mortality is our major flaw, we self destruct, because what's the point really if we're dead in a blink of an eye?