My short trip to Sziget (means “island” in Hungarian) was, in the Hobbit’s terminology, an unexpected journey. I didn’t know I was going until Thursday when my friend Tina asked me if I wanted to go with her and there really was no need to think twice about it!
Yet, I was wondering whether I wasn’t too old for such a festival? (Stupid me, I know now.)
I was a huge festival lover (and goer) once. One summer, I believe it was 2006, I went to 4 different festivals, other times I had to attend at least two a year. After 2011 3-day Nova Rock festival in Nickelsdorf, Austria I started to realise that I must be getting old. Well, just too old to leave the reality behind and for three days be staying in a place full of noise, dirt, alcohol, drunk people, junk food and poor personal hygiene. Before this one I never even thought about it, I just somehow went with it and took all these discomforts as a part of every summer festival. But that year it just didn’t feel right anymore, and even though I had lots of fun, I felt like it was time to say goodbye to my festival life.
So I didn’t go to a single one for three years, until now.
And I really can’t remember why I felt so old then!
I guess we feel old when we least should, in circumstances where age doesn’t really matter at all. But this is the truth that only comes with age (paradoxically).
Yes, I came home dead tired, voiceless and dirty all over. But how else can you truly appreciate a nice shower if not after a festival? Wouldn’t you take your comfy bed too much for granted if it wasn’t for occasional adventures like these?
We are never too old. Only too absorbed in our everyday lives we call the reality. We sometimes need to leave the reality behind and be wild again.
I guess I’m still a rocker at heart. Once a rocker, always a rocker \m/ 🙂