The Hamlet Project

When it washes me over in waves of adulation
Then, its easy to follow.
When it stetches my imagination up, up and out
When it leaves my muscles aching from so much compassioned use
When the challenges are the creative fun kind
When it gives back and back even more than it takes
When it’s right on the beam
Right on the fire
Right in the center of the delight
Then it’s easy to follow.
When it runs so fast I can’t keep up and my feet are bleeding
From the stones and glass in the road
When the wind is biting
The climate inhospitable
The company hostile
The obstacles too big
The gaps too wide
The storm too violent –
When it feels like a thousand hands are holding me back
Whispering “Stay. Relax. Be comfortable.”
When there’s no hope, no promise, no assurance –
I’ll still follow it then.