What Was It All For?

This track is a doorway.

A slow unraveling of the stories we cling to — until all that remains is the truth we already know but rarely let ourselves feel:

That it all ends. That we know nothing. And that connection is the only thing that ever really mattered.

“What Was It All For?” doesn’t offer answers. It offers space to feel, to remember, to return.

Let it move you. Let it empower you. Surrender to the mystery.

And let whatever you find stay with you.

Transcript

I think things have gone best-case scenario.

I have successfully integrated the things and the partners that I wanted in myself to be the athlete,

The artist,

The adrenaline junkie.

I allow my art.

I allow my movement.

I allow my adrenaline.

I allow my autism.

It bathes me in equal parts relief and grief.

It pulls me away from people who did not stand up for me.

It clarifies my vision exponentially.

I do not miss the people who made me feel inferior,

If even just slightly,

Anymore.

I do not ache for things that do not honor me.

I am quite finished with it all.

The things that push me around to fall repeatedly down over things I am stronger than.

I won't chase my father in men or my mother in situations.

I won't be a martyr anymore.

Instead,

I choose freedom.

To be who I choose and create what I desire and to follow what sets me on fire.

I choose the ability to receive for the things I got so used to giving.

Feel free to invest in my energy if it inspires,

Uplifts,

Or bewilders you.

Make it so we can all be creative and free.

Roaming through curiosities and hearts,

Innermost desires,

Ablaze,

Ablaze,

Set me on fire.

Will they see then?

What all happens when the parties end?

Days close and lights go down.

On our toes and our ideas and hopes.

Was it all worth it?

And we're gone.

Nothing from this platform gets to come along except connection.

There never was any perfection or any particular end goal.

We came here to dance in the embers of our desires,

Jumping and running through coal as a friend or a foe.

I think we've played every role at least once before.

We've knocked down doors,

Made a mess on the floor.

What was it all for?

What was it all for?

Connection.

Connection.

Reviews

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Intriguing. Is it you or is it me? Is it a poem? Some of it rhymes and I like that about it though I’m not normally into poetry. Wild & untamed. It should be longer. Maybe next time.

This moved me to tears. So powerful and wise. Thank you, Adriana ❤️

Beautiful, I love it. I hear and feel your authenticity. Also I agree with your vision and message. I immediatly listened again. Listening once would not feel complete, because of all the insights in these 2 minutes. I will defenatly listen again. And I love to be connected to you, I so appreciate your authenticty, openness and willingness to grow 💚 (and now I listened again) I believe you inspired me to write my own poem, hope I remember when I wake up, it’s now the middle of the night 3:37)