I don’t look at it as doom but just as a period of very rapid change. As the Chinese saying goes, living in interesting times is a blessing and a curse.
I don’t know what happens next, which is both interesting and scary especially when I think about my kids. They could end up living in a collapsing failed state (or worse) or in a post-scarcity technosphere or something I am not imagining.
Except that a cloud of uncertainty hangs over it.
But a cloud of uncertainty is not worse than, say, constant starvation and plagues or eternal tribal wars. Would you bring a child into the world of the black plague? The Bronze Age collapse?
There has never been and will never be a utopia, especially one that can project into the future without fear. Having children means both blessing and cursing them with existence in a universe that apparently is not safety tested.