I would hate to be starting out in life now, too. How sad for our grandchildren.
Ever once in awhile I think of how terrible it would be just starting out in life right now, knowing what I know. I shudder when I think of how different things could have been for me.
I give thanks for being so lucky as to have been born when I was (1940) and enjoyed the American Dream by growing up in the 1950s and 1960s when opportunity loomed so bright.
I also give thanks for lucking out by having decided at age 18 to not have any children. It was a firm decision (based on my personal family situation) and I stuck to it. That decision meant that there would be no grandchildren from me who would have to grow up in today’s America. And I benefit by sleeping well at night as a consequence.
OTOH, I have five siblings who did not follow in my footsteps. I suppose they didn’t react as I did to the unbelievably horrible family life that we had to deal with.