Oh, the blog has just fallen apart. I’m always too hard on myself, push everything to the limit. I wanted too much with all this to make it work. Was constantly thinking on new ideas to posts and looking for interesting things and eventually it got hard and boring instead of something I enjoyed, that’s the reason to why I haven’t posted anything for the last couple of days.
I don’t know what to do with this now. Whether I’m going to keep or give up and shut it down. I guess that’s something only time can tell. Right now I’m not in the mood for writing anything at all really, but if I ever feel for it, I’ll come back again.
Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between?
I uploaded a post about this yesterday, but I will add some extra thoughts which are more related to today’s prompt.
My phone is really important to me. I use it to listen to music, text friends sometimes, play games and search for information on the internet. I use it at least an hour a day. I don’t always think that it’s a good thing, and I don’t wanna depend on it so much, but of course I’m used to it and because of that I like it.
I think the phone is a good and useful invention, but also something we sometimes dedicate a bit too much time. So the answer for me is that the phone to me is something in between.
In today’s society we’re expected to be always accessible. If someone call or text you you’re expected to answer, preferably immediately.
A couple of weeks ago I shut off my phone during the weekend, I felt free when not having it there constantly calling for me to look at it. During that time I got more messages than I normally get in a week and I missed important things such as a friend who’d gotten hospitalised.
When I shut off my phone I felt free, but when I turned it on again it felt like I was lost, because I had no clue about what had happened in the world. That made me realise how much we depend on our phones, computers and other technical equipment.
I absolutely love music. It’s one of the biggest reasons to why I breathe. Music is therapy, emotions, happiness and a way of talking. By sharing my Spotify playlist I would let you in to my deepest feelings, thoughts, and things I never talk or even write about. Because of that I never share all the songs with anyone, just a few of them, those that don’t say anything about who I am or what I feel and think.
I use music when I want to escape the world. When everything gets a little bit too much, someone is a bit too annoying, I put my headphones on and flee to the world of notes and tones. When the music is loud enough everything else almost disappears, and even though the volume is high everything seem to be much quieter.
Music is a world, where everything is just the way I want it.