David Foster Wallace, in a commencement speech, This is Water, observed this:
“Twenty years after my own graduation, I have come gradually to understand that the liberal arts cliché about teaching you how to think is actually shorthand for a much deeper, more serious idea: learning how to think really means learning how to exercise some control over how and what you think. It means being conscious and aware enough to choose what you pay attention to and to choose how you construct meaning from experience. Because if you cannot exercise this kind of choice in adult life, you will be totally hosed. Think of the old cliché about quote the mind being an excellent servant but a terrible master…
He goes on to relate that
“…if you've really learned how to think, how to pay attention, then you will know you have other options. It will be within your power to experience a crowded, loud, slow, consumer-hell-type situation as not only meaningful but sacred, on fire with the same force that lit the stars - compassion, love, the sub-surface unity of all things. Not that that mystical stuff's necessarily true: the only thing that's capital-T True is that you get to decide how you're going to try to see it. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't. You get to decide what to worship.”
His point is that in any given situation, you can choose to think about the world in a cynical, frustrated, default setting that, he elsewhere observes as “literally self-centered.” I’ve always found this speech to be sad and helpful at the same time. But the elements of foreshadowing contained within are not the point. Rather, the point is that Wallace observes that one of our primary freedoms is that you and I can pick what we “choose to pay attention to” and how we “construct meaning from experience.” This notion is so trivially true that we often forget it and allow our moment by moment experiences of dull tedium and frustration overwhelm us.
Anyway, I was listening to his speech in order to get ready for a class discussion over it for some rhetoric students when I heard this song by Modest Mouse (there is an explicit lyric contained within):