We are a society that is perpetually disappointed. Where is the city of tomorrow? Why can't we make clean energy a reality? How is it we still die of cancer? What's the deal with airline food? We deserve more!
Yet we are the animals that just killed the last rhinos in Mozambique, because we believe their horns hold some magical, bullshit property. We are a species polarized by emotional tenets that are far too absolute to have any intellectual merit. We look to celebrities and ideological apostles for meaning, even when they prove over and over that they lack the knowledge and moral backbone to warrant that attention. We believe in magic and gods and monsters under our beds.
Does that really sound like a species that will be shooting into the stars to claim their destiny any time soon? Should you be shocked that the world is so fucked up? I certainly don't think so.
Humanity has little reason to expect so much from this world, as it tears it apart and consumes it. What does the average American do to earn the incredible technology of a cellphone or laptop? What have I done that should allow me to be dismissive of the astounding social and scientific advances that enable our collective boredom and apathy? That apathy is a privilege. It is an amenity in a world that would have once gobbled up such feeble and assuming fools.
I don't believe that any God or divine force put me on this planet. I don't have cause to put faith in the supernatural. But I absolutely appreciate the sliver of time I have, placed into a fascinating world that deserves our adoration and wonder. (Also occasional abhorrence.) ...But this world certainly doesn't warrant apathy and boredom. That's just fucking negligent.
I am not satisfied. I am not enlightened or even particularly wise. But I am not bored.