Sure, the world around us is slowly crumbling, human interaction has never felt less genuine, no one I've talked to in years seems particularly happy and everything feels utterly, inescapably hopeless — but 190 years ago curly fries were considered an "edible garnish." Are you kidding me? Our malnourished and misguided ancestors couldn't even order a side order of these delicious grease spirals. Their lives must have been poorer for it.
Truly there is no better time to live than the present. I'm writing this on a glowing robot typewriter with instantaneous access to the sum total of human knowledge and have yet to die of gangrene, which I guess is pretty cool too.