I said this on a different thread, it actually depresses if not pisses me off a bit. I start out looking at those photos with all the marveling wonderous "Wows" and "OMGs" and "Holy Craps", and it always occurs to me, that I will die at least several hundred years before we have any meaningful space exploration. Provided we don't have another dark ages or global scale catastrophe that sets science back a few hundred years.
Its almost like a virgin losing his penis in some freak accident, then having to live the next 40 would-be sexually active years on a planet knowing there are millions of hot women out there. He can even see a lot of them and marvel at what it might be like, but will never know. But there is one big difference, he can hope. We may well be ~15 years away from successful penis transplants, growing one in a lab or something. But there is absolutely zero chance that we might gain radically new space exploration capabilities before my grand-children die of old age.
I'm not selfish, I don't want to know what is in the entire universe. I just want to take a spin around the most potentially fertile systems in own galaxy, or at least see a lot better images from rovers that have actually went there. It just ain't fair, damnit!
Oh well, I guess I'll have to take solace in having a penis. Things could always be worse, I suppose.