She asked for an angel. She desired guidance. Direction. Life purpose. Meaning. She wanted it all. She wanted to live-to cast away that which no longer served her. She was ready. And so she let go. She let go of the very notion that she needed an angel. That she needed guidance. That she needed a purpose. Her purpose was to live. Simply that. In letting go of her attachment to an external ideal, she found the meaning herself. And she grew her own damn wings. Do that.