PLUR Isn't Just a Moment, It's a Lifestyle

PLUR Isn't Just a Moment, It's a Lifestyle

Peace, Love, Unity and Respect.

Those who rave know the meaning of PLUR: peace, love, unity, and respect. They whole-heartily believe in each word as they trade kandi and do the PLUR handshake with a stranger under flashing lights. PLUR is a lifestyle and a set of values to live by, and the misconceptions often made by those who don't rave, might lead you to think it's just an atmosphere that encourages drugs and nudity. However, a true raver knows that PLUR isn't a moment at a rave, it's a lifestyle.

With each letter comes a deeper understanding than its surface meaning. These words are applied to one's life at a rave, then continuously outside of it. What are those deeper meanings you ask? Well each person has their own take on it but the overall message is the same. These following definitions are what PLUR means to me and how I apply to them my life.


A rave is a place that is filled with positive vibes and everyone likes to keep it this way. I can personally say that out of all the raves I have been too, never once have I seen a fight. I think this has to do with the application of peace among the community. We all keep an open mind and are accepting of everyone.

Now apply this to life. Keep peace in your surroundings. Do not encourage and feed into negative feelings, stay calm, level headed, and understanding. Radiate positive vibes in everything you do and where ever you are, be the light people wish to bask in.


At a rave you can feel the love, it spreads like wildfire and stays lit inside you forever. It's a strong love for yourself and others around you. Love is what makes rave culture so welcoming to everyone, it's what drives the community embrace each other and look after one another.

Now apply this to life. Do not hate anyone or anything, be accepting and encouraging. Tell the people you care about that you love them, even tell a stranger they're important. Love is important to life, it is it's energy to keep it going. Without love their is hopelessness, but with love there is life.


Being in a rave atmosphere quickly becomes home to many. I like to think this is because of the sense of community and acceptance we have towards each other. We are unified through our passion towards music and want to share it with everyone. A stranger quickly becomes a friend, who then becomes a member of your rave family. it is our sense of unity that keeps us defending the rave culture.

In life we are all different but we can still be unified. We can apply this by being welcoming of others into our community, inviting those outside the window of our group to come in. Educate ourselves on different cultures and explore new things with open mindedness. By gaining insight we can then gain a stronger community that we surround ourselves with.


Respect is my personal favorite, and ties in with unity. With a strong sense of community comes respect; respect for yourself and towards those around you. Being at a rave you are in a judgement-free zone, you're free to do as you please and be who ever you want. Many people outside of the culture tend to judge the outfits we wear and the music we listen to.

Respect has always been the golden rule. Treat others how you wish to be treated. Do not judge one's lifestyle or preferences. Observe all you want but do not pass negative judgments. Just as we were taught as kids, do not say anything if you have nothing nice to say. We must go on with life respecting ourselves so others will respect us, knowing how you hold yourself is important--it can define us, but remember that even if someone does not come across as what you might define as "respectable," you do not know their story so approach them with an open mind.

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To the guy that shot my brother...


To the guy that shot my brother,

On January 9, 2019 my families entire life changed with one phone call. The phone call that my little brother had been shot in the face, no other details. We didn't need any other details. The woman on the phone who called us in full panic told us where he was so we went, as soon as possible. I don't think it helped that not even 10 min prior I talked to Zach on the phone.. kind of irritated with him, and the ONE TIME I didn't say 'I love you' as we hung up. Could've been the last time we ever spoke.. I remember pulling up to the hospital thinking 'this can't be real' 'it's not our Zach' 'this is just a dream Sarah, WAKE UP' I'd close my eyes really tight just to open them, I was still in the hospital emergency parking lot. I could still hear the ambulance sirens coming. It was all real.

The day our life's changed was definitely a test of faith. A test of how strong we were, as a family. I sat in that waiting room ready to see the damage that has been done to my sweet baby brother. Because at that point we had no idea how lucky he got. That glimpse of seeing Zach will haunt me forever. How helpless I felt in that exact moment frequently wakes me up from these horrific dreams I've been having ever since that day. That is a moment burned into my me and families brain forever.

You always hear about these things in the movies or on the news, a house being shot up, someone shooting another innocent person, not to care if they died on your watch. But we found ourselves on the news.. We have been confined to the hospital since that day. Running on barely any sleep, taking shifts of sleep so we don't make ourselves sick taking care of Zach. Watching him suffer. Undergoing surgeries, to repair the damage you did.

Before I proceed let me tell you a little something about the man you shot.

Zachary Keith Wright. A blonde hair blue eyed boy. Who could potentially be the most annoying human on the planet (possibly coming from his sister). A man who loves his God first, loves his family second. Perfect by no means, but almost perfect to me. A 19 year old who was to graduate high school this month. After graduation he was prepping to leave for Marine boot camp in the summer.. being in the military has been Zach's dream since he could talk. Literally. Running around, playing war with underwear on our heads, and finger guns. Some would say we looked like natural born assassins.. growing up he has been a country boy. Let me tell ya country to the core. He loves this country like he loves his family. He believes in helping people, taking charge in what's right, and never leaving a brother behind. He's lived by that his whole life. Until now....

The day you shot him. The day not only did you change my brothers life, you changed his families life too. The day you almost ripped my brother out of this world... for what? A misunderstanding? Because you've let something take ahold of your life that you can't let go you're willing to kill someone innocent over? Luckily for him, his guardian angels were protecting him in your time of cowardice. There were 3 times that day he should've died, the time you shot him, the time you tried to shoot him again as he stared you directly in the face, (even tho he couldn't talk I know you could read his eyes, and he still intimidated you. That's why you tried to pull the trigger again) and the time he was running out of the house. But he lived. A man who was shot in the face, didn't lay there helpless, didn't scream in agony. That MAN walked to the neighbors to get help. Why? Because he's a MAN, and because he's on this earth for a reason.

It's gonna sound a little strange not only to you, but the audience who is reading this. I must say thank you. Even in this situation, this was the best outcome we could get. He gets to live. He will make a full recovery. He will graduate. And he will go off into the Marines. You united my family together. Closer than ever. Thank you. You tested our faith and brought us closer to our God. Thank you. Because of your moment of weakness, you showed us what prayer could do. Heal anything. Thank you. This was a bump in the road, and a helluva way to kick off our year of 2019. But here we are.. all laying in the hospital. I'm looking around as mom is sleeping in her recliner chair exhasted but still here, Zach his awake playing his xbox all hooked up to machines, fighting to heal and get better. And of course I'm writing this letter to you.

See you in trial,

From the girl whose brother you shot.

'Fight the good fight' - 1 Tim 6:12 🤟🏼💙

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