In 1976, my school teacher said the world was past Peak Oil. She said I would never obtain a drivers license, because no cars would exist. Petroleum would be too scarce.
The world was ending!
So I gathered all my money from delivering newspapers. I invested it all in bicycle parts and repair tools. I bought wrenches, a wheel spoke tightener, a chain repair kit, and a pile of spare parts. I hoarded. I prepared for the world collapse.
But we found more dead dinosaurs. We have burned gazillions of barrels since then. And the known reserves are far greater today than in 1976. We were saved by a MIRACLE.
The world ended again in 1997 (currency crises), 2000 (Y2K), and in 2008 (mortgage crisis). Each time I bought extra food and toilet paper. But miracles occurred. New futures arose.
The world today is messed up. Almost every developed country is insolvent. Governments falsify statistics to justify more invasive policies. The foundations of ethics and morality are crumbling. A cycle of violence might be starting, similar to the one that started early in the 20th century. The world is ending! Again.
I choose to believe in miracles, because I have seen them so many times. I believe that if we are good and wise, another miracle will rescue us. I choose optimism over gloom.