Where did the fire go?

There is a jazz standard entitled "Sophisticated Lady". The opening lines of the song are:

"They say into your early life romance came. And in this heart of yours burned a flame. A flame that flickered one day then died away. Then, with disillusion deep inside, you learned that fools in love grow wise. The years have changed you somehow. I see it now."

While this posting will not necessarily about love, the sentiments of it apply across the board. We all of us have felt passionate about something at one time or another. Whether it be music, work, growth, etc. What happens though when that passion dies? This question arises in me because there was a "thing" that I was passionate about that I'm not soo passionate about anymore. The funny thing about it is that I think on some level I was praying to not be passionate about it anymore and now that I feel that taking place, it scares me. This particular thing was the source of a lot of work, labor, and sacrifice for me. Somewhere along the way though, I didn't feel that it was meeting the needs that I had for it to meet and I got burned out. This made me want to go elsewhere to try to get those needs met. While the grass may not necessarily be greener on the other side, part of the attraction is that it's simply different grass from where I've been grazing. So then the question becomes- do I just adopt the "if it ain't broke then don't try to fix it" mentality and just stay where I am or do I go into this new territory and try to find out what the grass over there is like for myself? One of the things that comes into play is the fact that I don't like to back-track. So if I go to the other side only to realize that it doesn't hold what I think it does, am I going to be willing to say that I am wrong and try to go back to my first grazing area? Am I going to just choose to stay there? or am I going to just decide that neither of them work for me and just leave grazing alone all together? Only time and God know the answer. I do know this though, a decision needs to be made and if the grass that I am on now is where I need to be grazing, then the passion that I lost, the flame that flickered one day is going to have to be re-lit. Otherwise, let the fence crossing commence. 2.