I think the more you learn about what people did on the regular in prehistory the more you become overwhelmingly filled with gratitude that you were born into the modern era and live in the 21st century
we may slowly die from radiation exposure and ingestion of micro plastics but I’ll take that over being killed three different ways and thrown in a bog or having to share a tiny brick house propped up by literal food refuse with the pickled brown remains of some apparent ancestor.
One thing I’ve realized as I’ve gotten older is how much of Judaism is a combination of thanking G-d that you are still alive and praying to G-d that all the many ways you could die as, say, a nomadic desert tribesman or a subsistence farmer in a Ukranian shtetl aren’t going to happen to you tomorrow.