These are not the end times nor even the worst of times — the world has always been in crisis, always looked to the mythical golden age of its forefathers. As did they, in their turn.
Life goes on and, eventually, will no longer. In the mean time, it seems to struggle. Do not see movement as strife; that which does not move no longer lives.
All the turmoil, all the pain, will pass and someday our children’s children’s children will look back to our golden age. And the human race will muddle along a while longer.