I asked an angel for directions at the corner of Sesame Street. They smiled sadly, lightly shook their their head.
We looked into each other's eyes for a while, silent. Then they leaned a bit closer and whispered, their voice as smooth as warm butter: "Follow your heart. Go where it wants to go. Where you want to go."
I frowned. The angel looked away, as if ashamed they cannot tell me more.
"The world is so big. Bigger than you think," they said, look fixated somewhere behind me. "Everyone is lost, only a few of them manager to find themselves."
They fell silent for a while, returned their look back into my eyes.
"You," they reached out, took my hand in theirs, "You could do it. You will find yourself."
"When? How do I know I did?" I asked and the angel shook their head once more.
"You will know."
My eyes filled with tears. The angel's arms embraced me wholly. "I'm sorry," they whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry"