Things often get a whole lot worse before they get better. People thought things were on the brink of turning to shit in the 1930s, and then we had a world war for 6 years. Tens of millions of people died, countless more were displaced, cities were leveled, and history was lost.
I admire your optimism, but I can’t ignore that the world and even my country specifically look more and more like a powder keg with every passing day. I’m terrified that we can’t get to “fine” again without first suffering through an extremely dangerous period of time, and there’s no guarantee that any of us will be “fine” during that time.