Aspire to be a storm. Not one that brings sorrows, but one that sweeps them all away. Be a storm that everyone expects to return whenever they hear the skies roar. Be a storm whose rain comforts those who are haunted and troubled.
Most importantly, remember this: flooding others with happiness is never necessary; instead drown them in assurance — that everything is going to be okay.
And whenever you feel like leaving, tell them, “Everything’s gonna be okay.” And when your departure makes them cry, tell them, “I’ll return. Wait for me. Always wait for me.”