Whenever I am fortunate, temporarily naïve to impending tasks, I force myself into the predicament of listening to
Go! by Public Service Broadcasting, or
Every Other Freckle by Alt-J, even if the pilot of that particular A320 or Bombardier can only fantasize of being part of the Apollo 11 spacecraft, and would hate to man a Kamikaze plane. Perhaps the engines remind me of the level of responsibility in each flight, so it would probably be best for me to stay distracted, even when the FAs futilely remind us about our seatbelts.