How does any of this shit even matter when we will all die or have our lives ruined by climate change in our lifetimes?

This is pretty much how I see things:

I think we’re fucked for a variety of reasons, and it’s looking uncomfortably probable that billions are going to die and if things really go pear-shaped it’ll possibly happen in my lifetime, but realistically I can do fuck-all about any of it (I was more of an activist for years but now I’m middle-aged and tired) and in the past maybe year or so I’ve found myself more and more just refusing to stress about any of this. I’m going to try and live my life the best I can, do good by the people in my life, and just… I don’t know, “stop caring” would maybe be too strong because I do care, but I guess I sort of accept what the situation is.

Doesn’t mean I’m a nihilist or that I’m now clubbing baby seals and heating my apartment with a burning barrel of crude, but more like I’ve started to accept how much power – ie. how little power – I have over any of this and just want to live the latter half of my life in as much peace as is going to be possible.