What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
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People chase enlightenment.
Cute.
I just need three things to stay functional:
my phone, my iPad, and music that hugs my brain.
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1. My Phone — my loyal, toxic soulmate
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My phone is basically in a long-term relationship with me.
It sees everything:
my late-night chaos, my early-morning delusion,
and every screenshot of people I pretend not to stalk.
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It gives me red flags disguised as notifications
and still acts shocked like,
“Storage full? Babe, you did this.”
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But honestly
no one knows me the way my phone does.
Not even me.
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2. My iPad — where my sanity goes to detox
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The moment I pick up my iPad,
I transform into the artist version of myself
that real life is clearly too scared to handle.
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Brushes, layers, colors
this is my therapy without the invoices.
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It’s the only place where I make a mistake
and the universe actually gives me an Undo button.
(Real life should take notes.)
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3. Music — the mood-fixer, ego-booster, brain-therapist
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Music isn’t background for me.
It’s my entire emotional operating system.
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Low energy?
The beat slaps me like,
“Get up, diva.”
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Overthinking?
The melody whispers,
“Ssshh, babe… breathe. I got you.”
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Feeling hot?
Music switches on my main character syndrome
without even asking for WiFi.
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It’s the only thing that flirts with me daily and never gets blocked.
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THE END (and also the truth)
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So yes
give me my phone, my iPad, and my music.
Keep the rest of the world.
People drain my battery,
but these three?
They charge me
emotionally, mentally, and occasionally… literally.