Marrakech – I needed something — anything — to pull me out of my funk. A sign from the universe. Or, you know, an overpriced festival ticket.
We’ve all been there. Feeling low, scrolling through Instagram, only to see people living their best lives at some music festival, drenched in sequins and serotonin.
And while the idea of squeezing into a crowd of sweaty strangers might not sound like an instant cure for the blues, hear me out: it just might be.
There’s something about festivals that flips the script on your mood.
Maybe it’s the bass vibrating through your chest like a second heartbeat, or the collective euphoria of thousands of people singing the same lyrics at the top of their lungs.
It’s the kind of energy you just can’t manufacture in your living room. (Trust me, I’ve tried.)
Music, scientifically speaking, has the power to boost dopamine—the brain’s way of saying, “Hey, you’re doing great, sweetie.”
Now, pair that with sunshine, glitter, and a field full of humans on the same mission: to forget their problems and just be for a while.
Suddenly, your ex, your inbox, and that nagging voice in your head telling you to be productive — poof! — all gone.
There’s a certain magic in making eye contact with a total stranger during your favorite song, sharing an unspoken “THIS. THIS IS EVERYTHING.”
Or in the pure joy of bonding with a group of people over a ridiculous outfit choice.
Festivals turn the world into a temporary utopia where everyone is your friend, hugs are free, and losing your phone is practically a rite of passage.
Even the chaos — the lost friends, the overpriced water bottles, the inevitable porta-potty horror stories — somehow become part of the fun.
Why? Because festivals remind us that life isn’t about control, it’s about letting go.
Can a festival single handedly solve your problems? Probably not.
Will it give you a much-needed break from your overthinking, overworking, overstimulated existence? Absolutely.
Consider it a reset button disguised as a weekend of questionable dance moves and glitter in places you’ll still be finding three months later.
So, next time you’re feeling down, instead of doom-scrolling and binge-watching yet another series that won’t fill the void, buy the ticket. Wear the ridiculous outfit. Dance until your feet hurt.
Because sometimes, the best way to cheer yourself up isn’t to analyze your feelings — it’s to lose yourself in the music and let them go.
Now, tell me: what’s the best festival you’ve ever been to? Or, better yet, who’s down to plan the next one?
