The sad fact of it is that life on Earth is probably doomed. We elected the Pumpkinhead to be President again, and he will remove the limited climate change mitigations that Democratic administrations put in place. Things like the wildfires in California will be allowed to worsen beyond the power of humans to survive. We cannot work together enough to prevent a convicted felon, rapist, and con man from seizing the office of President for a second time.
We are flawed, and it appears it will be what we all get capital punishment for. But the human race deserves to have existed. Consider art, architecture, science, and philosophy. Religion? Shakespeare’s work, Emily Dickenson’s poetry, the paintings of Norman Rockwell, Vincent Van Gogh, and Leonardo DaVinci, the novel A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, Der Zauberberg by Thomas Mann, and To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, the Empire of the Incas, the City States of Hellenic Greece, and the glories of the Roman Empire? The Life of Christ. The humor of Mark Twain. The courage in battle of Sergeant York. The sacrifice of Joan of Arc. It is a good thing that life on Earth existed.
So, our time on this planet is further limited. It is bad fortune. But I will spend what I have left being happy and hopeful. We may not be totally doomed. And there is still laughter in the world. There is still beauty to be seen, truth to be told, and love enough to go around if we allow it to.
Butterflies have a limited lifespan. More so than we do. However, for now… there are still butterflies.
Catch a Falling Star 
There’s just too many of us here, and it’s only getting more and more crowded. The bucket’s going to tip eventually and the excess will be removed. But the human race will go on.
Or whatever evolves from us.