Couldn't agree more. It's the old Taoist story about the old fella who says, "How do you know?" when the villagers bemoan "bad" events and praise "good" events.
I have a feeling, intuition, whatever, that this is just a part of the necessary chaos we have to go through to grow as a species. As Bucky Fuller says, we're on the brink of utopia or oblivion ( a fantastic book if you ever get the chance).