So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.
Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.
Please fire me. I had a man come in with a pair of shoes to return. He was complaining that they had torn and when I opened the box, they looked to be at least 6 months old: worn, cracked and caked in mud and who knows what else. We have no time limit on returns. So he went, got another pair and sure enough his receipt had at least two others stapled to it. Exchange receipts. He’s been exchanging his shoes for new ones for the better part of a year.