If I lost all my enthusiasm
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If I lost all of my enthusiasm
For the things I said that mattered most
The first thing I’d do
Is have a conversation with my ghost
I’d open myself up, vulnerable as could be,
And ask him ‘why do we love the things we do?’
Probing deeply into myself
In hopes that I could remember what’s true
The answer won’t be said loudly back to me
It will come as a whisper, soft and faint
“You’re too hard on yourself”
The ghost would say without any taint
Then a bit louder I’d hear
“Remember that small wins stack”
And it hits me, I have the answer
I KNOW HOW TO GET IT BACK
I got enthusiasm all wrong
It’s not the first time this happened afterall
I can’t expect it to always be felt so strongly
That’s what’ keeps setting me up for the fall
I can’t always feel like a phoenix rising from the ashes
Everything in life is a wave
Waxing and waning, good to bad
Now myself I have a chance to save
In order to get it back, I can’t stay inside myself
I have to make moves, do what I know is right
If I love something and do it
Eventually I’ll be ready to take flight
So when I’m low on enthusiasm for the things I know matter most
I have to find courage to keep doing them well
With care, with discipline, with intention
Otherwise I’ll slide down into hell
So the answer is clear, take the next right step
Do what you would if you were enthusiastic right now
And allow motion to carry you back to yourself
Getting back enthusiasm, that’s how