I don't think the world will be as beautiful as it is now by the time I hit 76, if I ever hit 76.
My grandpa is 78, he's the last generation in our family to ever rely on farming. He recalls a time when our homeland was lush and green, and it just isn't anymore. The rains come later every year, the yield is lower, the soil gets weaker.
Say what you want about "the good old days being terrible", but at least you didn't have to eat out of someone else's palms. Every man was his own man, there was pride in growing food, raising cattle. If you couldn't hack it, you couldn't hack it, that was it. You didn't end up piddling your life away on some in-between ground like today's mediocrities.
>inb4 30 y/o boomer posts