The Lord is my Shepard.

The hills are so vast, and you are but one lone sheep. Your fellow sheep looks almost the same as you, and no one gives you a second glance. You dont stand out, there's nothing special.

You wander away, perhaps in a bid to seek attention, and you end up even more lost than you have ever been.

You graze, in peace, in turmoil. A life of solitude beckons, but it is only too soon when it borders over to loneliness.

You climb the hills, there are a thousand reasons for you to give up, all looming in front of your eyes, all resounding in your head. What makes it harder is when you dont know what lies ahead.

You pause to listen for the signs, you train your senses, but all that greets you is noisy silence that you pray for to cease.

it's difficult. when your circumstances, your situation is difficult. But He promised us didnt he?
Patience is a virtue and you will be duly rewarded.

Seek and ye shall find.
One day, it will be my time.