May 2, 2018

The Most Beautiful Heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole city. 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 that it was truly the most beautiful heart that 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 it was full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in – but they didn’t fit just right, so there were jagged edges.  In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were 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 is 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 in return, 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. Those 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 those people too, and I hope that someday they may return and fill the space that I have waiting.  So, now do you see the true beauty?”

The young man stood silently with tears rolling down his cheeks.  He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect 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 of 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.

-Author Unknown

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