Is that wisdom or complacency? If you go through life thinking, well things aren't as bad as when we were drafted and fought wars that would make you question humanity and when poverty now a days looks like a stay at a holiday inn as opposed to a cardboard box, you've got perspective sure, not much else. If younger generations are fighting for no drones and broadband for all and your response is; that's not war or real poverty, then what wisdom are you imparting? None. You are simply a relic of the past and more than likely an obstacle to human progress that is happening now.
My goodness your hubris extraordinary. You think wisdom is about events, things. Dying is a universal timeless thing. Suffering is. The Human Condition and how we relate, our empathy or lack of it is also something every generation deal with. How people respond, their thoughts, their lives and experience have value.
Let me impart something my father taught me so you may promptly discard it as the nonsense of the old generation. Paraphrasing "Never feel obliged to participate in the foolishness of others. You'll make enough of your own mistakes without adding those of others." You foolishly think that all can be offered is "that's not like it was in the old days sunny, I had to walk uphill both ways". No, it is recorded history, literature, the good and evil of mankind as lived by another not old men yelling at clouds.
I'll waste the wisdom passed on to me by a man who was born at the end of the 19th century, surely a bumpkin compared to the enlighted now. That man, my grandfather and my grandmother whom we visited every summer lived in the poor south. They grew their own vegetables and chickens, had their own cows at one point I was just a pup, before the worst of the race riots and civil rights was a thing in process. This white man, and worse, a Christian (worse some I know) was a better man than most I have known in my life. He wasn't rich. He didn't have a doctorate. He lost most of his lungs to a gas attack in WWI, but did odd jobs to supplement my grandmother's school pension.
In this Arkansas town the poverty of blacks was extraordinary. Look up the depression and the worse of housing conditions and that's how things were. My parents didn't care if I went the quarter mile down the street and play with the kids black or not. They were OK people and I was too young to understand otherwise.
One day my grandmother picked a big bag of beans, blackeyed peas, okra and squash and gave it to my grandfather. He asked me to- and you may feel superior if you wish- he asked me to take that bag to the nigers down the road and give it to the mother. I thought nothing of it, I was a little kid. I wasn't "smart" enough to be righteous and look down upon him for using "that" word. I did it and I played until it was time for me to go home for dinner. I did this every couple of days for a few summers. Well after leaving that "awful racist" grandfather as the ignorant might believe I was back in Philly. My next door neighbor was a good Democrat. JFK pictures all over the place with flags and all. Perfect liberal patriot of the day. I had just come back and heard how terrible it must be to have to spend the summer with all those racists. Well a few things happened over next few years. First I asked my grandfather why he did what he did with the food. I had already realizes that he wasn't insulting or racist with his "niger" it was the only term he knew. It was just a descriptor for him like black or whatever now. His answer as to why he had me take the food instead of him doing it was this. He knew the man had no work. There was no safety net. The wife washed clothes for money. He had me do it because in his own words "He's a man and he has his pride. He can't do better than he's doing and it won't hurt him if a child brings food to his wife". He had respect and consideration. The good upright northerner? She had a fit when the first black family moved on the street. I learned a number of things from that generation, for good and ill. How to treat people and think about the larger world and so much more.
Those stories that Tolkien told of the swamps and bodies of men and elves? That wasn't imagination so much as history, that of his and others, dead bodies lying in the mud floating and rotting, horrors which were real, made into a fiction, but so much living and dying went into that and you can learn nothing because of drones or whatever. All that came before you. All you learned in school, all is the collected knowledge, wisdom and foolishness of those who came before you.
Some of those people who lived and participated in a vast and real world are alive and accessible and you assign them to the iceberg. What a fools waste of a time-limited resource, a way to learn about the nature of humanity seen through the eyes of others. A living library of Alexandria and you burn it. That's what every generation offers, but people not worthy to pick up the mantle must attack them. Lesser sons of greater sires, some of those.
Hopefully, some will learn while others scorn. It's too bad that the latter will inflict their ignorance on their future generation.