The more hurt and pain you have gone through in life, the stronger and more
beautiful your heart will be.....
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he
had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley.
A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There
was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most
beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted
more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your
heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at
the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places
where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite
right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were
deep gouges where whole pieces missing.
The people stared. How can he say his heart is more beautiful?? They thought.
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You
must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and
yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with
you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I
tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece
of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the
pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they
remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away,
and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the
empty gouges - giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are
painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too,
and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do
you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to
the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a
piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from
his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It
fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.
The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than
ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.