Why doesn't life come with them?
"Go straight until you hit sixteen, take a right, then proceed slowly until you're positive it's okay to hang left toward where you belong."
I guess in someone else's world, parents are road maps, who tell you which way is the correct direction to travel.
But without a map,
how do I know the best route?
Without guidance,
how do I know which way to go? What if I lose my way?
