Never better!
If one were to complain, one would hear, whether from the outside or from the inside, something like this:
We live in the greatest time in human history. Compared to any other era, we all live like kings. Every day we eat a rich, sweet, varied feast, brought from all corners of the world, engineered to our satisfaction, all for the price of an hour's work. We live in mansions, we travel two orders of magnitude faster, our illnesses are preempted or cured; we surf the information highways between conceptual cathedrals like gods of science and art; we walk the streets at night without fear of thieves. We're all literate, numerate, and provided with infinite opportunity and magical apparatuses. This is a Golden Era.
The implication is this:
It's not right to feel badly about our situation. By all accounts and measures, on the most important dimensions, we've been doing never better.
This position fails to realize that the Golden Era, besides being golden, also has revealed too much.
If we were starving, we would have an excuse to not interest ourselves with the mystery of the origin of language. Now that we are not preoccupied with finding food, it's revealed that we are incurious.
If we were diseased, we would have an excuse to not reach new depths of artistic expression. Now that we are not preoccupied with treating illness, it's revealed that we have no depths to express.
If we were drafted into the army, we would have an excuse to not have found love. Now that we have peace and no war to fight, it's revealed that we had always been unlovable.
If we were oppressed by tyranny, we would have an excuse to not build. Now that we are free, it's revealed that we've never cared what places our children would dwell in.
If this were the first lie ever told, the first empty pit with a beautiful face, we would have an excuse for our credulousness. Now that we know all the tricks in the book, it's revealed that we prefer to be conned.
If they were sick or hungry or at war, then it could be hoped that if they weren't, then they would wish to play.
If no one had told us where the promised land is, we would have an excuse to not go. Now that we have a map of the world, it's revealed that we have been carrying around within ourselves something which will always stop us from going there.
As it turns out, all along we didn't want justice and we didn't want to create ourselves.