It’s amazing to me how negative some of us can be, even in the midst of all the wealth that surrounds us, and even when the story of how we got this way is so easy to follow and duplicate.
Children growing up during the Depression, for example, could probably have been forgiven for having a negative outlook on life: their parents had little, they had nothing, and then they “graduated” into World War II. And yet… they did okay, those who survived. (I don’t recommend a World War as the path to riches.)
The United States, to name one example, became awash in objective measures of wealth: home ownership; automobile and large appliance ownership; quantity and quality of surrounding infrastructure (good roads and good water, for example, and electricity that is “always on”).
Throughout the 1980s, starting with a recession at the start of the Reagan administration, we heard how the Japanese were going to eat our lunch, as their financial statistics started to overtake ours and Japanese owners purchased some “crown jewel” real estate in the US. But we soon enough got our act together again, the Japanese financial markets hit their own rough patch, and we regained our sense of optimism. That lasted through the 90s.
Now we’re temporarily at another bad place, economically, and for some observers, the sky is falling again.
I would love to be an American in the current generation. I think life in the USA will continue to be (or will “once again be”, for those who are in hard times now) unimaginably rosy, especially as compared with most of the rest of the world, and all of the past human history.
I have one-word descriptions of anyone from any generation who sees only gloom and doom ahead: whiners or losers.