Our historical narrative as a people is not likely to end well. Not as long as we are unable to distinguish between propaganda and information, between polemic and prayer, between love and lust, between greed and grace, between being free and just being loose.
History is not all about us humans. Homo sapiens are not even central players. When the narrative of our planet is consummated, we might rate a footnote, along with dinosaurs and woolly mammoths.
Nature will not remember us kindly at the last, when she has evolved a cure for her cancer. If our kind manages to survive at all, it will be through becoming something other than we are now.