Once you’ve made a decision, you will always remember it.

It’s so pleasant to sit on a park bench on a sunny noon. Quiet. Not many people around. Sunbeams only occasionally break through the dome of green leaves when a light breeze softly parts them with a rustle. Just sitting like this, simply dreaming.

 

Dreams, dreams. How many of them are there? Distant, close, and beautiful. They are like a guiding star above your head — shining, beckoning with their glow, calling you forward and stirring the mind. If you gaze at one long enough, you can notice another beside it, and then another. And you can even build incredible, wondrous connections that lead from one dream to the next, and the next after that.

 

Soon I’ll become an adult and decide everything myself: what to wear, where to go, what to buy.

Mmm…

 

I close my eyes dreamily, imagining all this shimmering constellation of dreams.

 

“And it’s hard to even imagine what comes at the end,” a calm voice said.

 

I startled from surprise.

 

“Oh, Tavis, it’s you. Hi,” I said with a slight annoyance at the interruption of my bright stream of thoughts. “At the end? Does a dream even have an end?”

“Perhaps it does. It’s where our knowledge of the world of things, space, feelings, and emotions runs out.”

“That’s a pity,” I said, lowering my eyes.

“Although the good news is that what is already known is quite enough. Choose whatever you want.”

 

A flash of joy:

“Whatever I want?” — then doubt again. — “But how do you choose what you want? There are so many limitations that prevent you from choosing the way adults do.”

 

My faithful Tavis. It’s so easy and calm with him. He knows everything for sure. Sometimes he seems human to me; there are traces of earthly life in him — and then I look again, and no, he is from heaven. Is such a combination even possible? It doesn’t matter. Right now I want his advice on how to learn to choose.

 

He plucked two feathers from his wing. One large and wide, the other light — almost weightless.

“Look. One is light and can soar, drawing you toward adventures. The other fits comfortably in your hand, like a pencil or a brush, creating the wonderful images of your imagination. Which path feels closer to you?”

“I don’t even know. Everything is so interesting.”

 

He hid the feathers behind his back.

“Let’s do it this way: whichever feather you choose, that will be your path. So! Adventures or fantasies on paper? Which hand do you choose?”

“The right one.”

“Excellent. Wow, that was quick. Now tell me honestly — which feather did you want?”

“The light one, the one that leads to adventures.”

 

He showed his left hand.

“And here it is.”

“Well then…”

 

I was upset again. And he said:

“Sometimes people accept offers without knowing what follows them — just like you did now. Sometimes they choose the unknown while longing for something quite familiar. It happens that they receive not what they wanted. But the main thing is…”

 

He paused, handing me both feathers.

“You see, you do everything yourself. You always know what you want. And you can decide for yourself how to be — without riddles about right or left hands, heads or tails.”

 

He smiled and added:

“And one more thing! Once you’ve made a decision, you will always remember it.”

 

I thought about how simply and precisely he had said everything.

“Yes. That turned out unexpectedly. You can’t hide from your desires. And you can’t tell yourself that you didn’t choose. Thank you, Tavis.”

“You will have much more choosing ahead of you. But know this: every choice of yours will remain a part of you — the part that God loves. Angels are devoted to God, they honor every choice of souls and stay close until the very end.”

 

I hugged him.

“Thank you once again.”

 

And he scattered into billions of sparks within a pillar of light.

“We’ll meet again,” the breeze whispered through the leaves.

 

It became so good and calm. When an Angel and faith are with you, making a choice is easy.