There is no sense in which we're destined for the stars.

We could have been destined for the stars fifty years ago, but it turns out we're a stupid species with no planetary intelligence.

So we spend far too much energy finding clever ways to blow things up - cities, rockets, economies - and far too little on boring shit like keeping the climate stable and the lights on.

And even less on the breakthrough physics, psychology, politics, and ecology needed to make interstellar travel even remotely likely.