Will we destroy ourselves before reaching the stars?

Sometimes I catch myself thinking that we chose the wrong heroes. We admire people who are exceptionally good at destroying. Soldiers, warriors, victors of wars - but at the cost of other human lives. People just like us, who happened to be born on the other side of a border. But we could have chosen different heroes. Explorers. Scientists. People who leave Earth not to conquer, but to understand. Those who expand the boundaries of knowledge instead of territories. I want to live in a world where kids dream of going to space, not going to war. Where the main question isn’t “who is stronger?” but “what’s next?” Because honestly, as a civilization, we feel stuck. Still dividing a single planet as if that’s all there is - while we might have an entire universe ahead of us. But there’s a catch - we might not make it that far. Not if we keep seeing each other as enemies instead of recognizing that we’re the same story, told in different languages. So here’s the question I keep coming back to: Will we become a spacefaring civilization or a species that destroyed itself before getting there?