I sit here, watching the world, starring from a window. I realize I do not belong. They’re likes, they’re tastes, they’re interests, are nowhere near what I seek. I am watching them, observing this crowd. Like a foreign alien observing another world’s culture, I observe them. I struggle to comprehend why they act this way and why the pleasures of this earth make them happy. I study, observe, and watch but cannot find an answer.

I simply do not belong. They do not see me. I am invisible to them, seeking answers to the way their brains function. Why can’t my brain function like theirs do? Imprisoned behind this trapped window, I am forced to watch the world go round and round without me. My purpose here on this planet is not the same as theirs. I have a different calling. I hear something divine call my name. I hear the amazing whisper of the spirit urging for my presence. And I need His presence.

Yet, this is nothing, because like a lonely mariner without a crew on the vast open sea I have no one to share my joy with. Their joy and my joy will never mix. Like water and oil they compel each other. I am forced to stay behind my window and watch the world go round and round without me. I can only wait. Wait until He may set me free and take me back home where I truly belong. The place I miss most, Home sweet Heaven.

I have a different calling. Yet none of it matters, because to the world, I do not exist…