Every true festival lover goes through a period of sincere sadness and nostalgia when they return home from their favorite environment.

Nothing can compare to the love, acceptance, and sense of unity at festivals, surrounded by the music you love and people everywhere who love it too.

Nowhere else can you share an instant connection with everyone around you and form a bond with total strangers.

Nowhere else can you grab a random person's hand to spin them around for a dance and it's totally acceptable.

Nowhere else can make you feel so peaceful, free, and alive.

For true festival lovers, it is home.

If nothing can compare to the sense of belonging we feel at music festivals, then how can we ever recover and readjust to the world in between? If you're anything like me, a lot of times, my life has turned into music festivals with a bunch of unnecessary filler in between. I am constantly planning for the next one and preparing myself for it on a daily basis. When I'm down, I think of festivals. When I'm happy, I think of festivals. When I'm feeling anything at all, that is exactly where my mind wanders.

Can you imagine someone who has never been to a music festival? How do they survive?

Remember yourself at your first festival. Did you naturally know that everyone there would be so welcoming, accepting, and untied? I didn't. I had to learn through other peoples' actions what the true meaning of PLUR really is. My friends and I had thrown it around as a joke occasionally to make fun of people who truly lived the festival lifestyle and pretend that we were one of the crowd, but it wasn't until I got there that PLUR hit me like a semi-truck.

At my first festival, I distinctly remember witnessing more than one time where a person was lost, and a random came up to help him/her find their friends and party with them in the meantime. I remember dropping sunglasses and having a kind soul run after me to make sure I got them back.

I remember people sharing things everywhere and making sure that everyone around them was okay regardless of whether they knew them or not. I remember my favorite artists coming on and the sound of everyone around me cheering together after the song was almost as melodic as the song itself.

All of us were there for the same reason and everyone just wanted to come, have a great time, and feel happy and free.The environment was truly one of peace, love, unity, and respect.

Thus, the only way to recover from post-festival blues is to remember this PLUR lifestyle and how happy you felt then and there, and bring it home with you.

Not everyone knows quite how it works yet, but spreading this peace, love, unity, and respect to others is a contagious way of living and can truly spread the way it does at festivals. The main reason we miss that environment is because when we come home, we start having negative thoughts. We hate our jobs, we hate certain people around us, or we hate our homework.

Whatever it may be, this hatred is what is really toxic. Only we can make the decision not to lose that mentality and to keep PLUR on the forefront of your mind every day. Viewing the world through a lens of peace, love, unity and respect not only makes us happy as individuals, but it spreads positivity to those around us.

For true music festival lovers, we have to live a PLUR lifestyle in order to truly thrive both internally and externally. The only solution to post-festival blues is bringing it home with you.

You are beautiful, you are loved, and you are unique. Keep thriving, moon child.