One day, a young man stopped in the middle of a big town, and started telling people who passed by, that he has the most beautiful heart.
Not after long, around him gathered many people, and they were all admiring his perfect heart. You could see in his heart not a mark, not a scratch. Yes, everybody agreed it was the most beautiful heart they’ve ever seen! The young man was very proud of his heart and he kept praising about it. At one moment..an old man approached. With a low voice, as for himself…he wispered. : « -And still, the perfection of his heart doesn’t compare to the beauty of my heart! »
All the people around looked at the old man’s heart. Even the young man was curious to see what heart dares to compare with his. It was a strong heart, it’s beatings could been heared from far away. But it was full of scars, it had places where some pieces of it were replaced with other pices…which didn’t really fit; the lines between the pieces were sinous and even craggy. Even more...from place to place pieces were missing…the wounds were still bleeding. Amazed, people were wispering: “How can he say he has a beautiful heart?”
After analasing the heart, the young man said laughing:
-You must be joking, old man. Look at my heart, it’s perfect! While yours it’s one big wound, tears and pain.
-Yes, said the old man, your heart it’s perfect. But I would never change mine with yours. You see, each scar represents one person to whom I gave my love. I break one piece of my heart and I give it to the person next to me, who sometimes gives me back a piece of his heart, which may fill the empty place from my heart. Because the pieces aren’t measured perfectly, some places remain unfilled, and I cherish these places because they remember me of the person I’ve loved. Sometimes I gave away pieces of my heart to people who never gave anything in return, not even a small piece of their heart. Those are the open wounds from my heart, the black holes. Loving someone every time implies a risk.
And although these wounds still bleed...they remind me of the people I used to love; and maybe, who knows, one day they might return and fill the empty places from my heart with their love. Now you understand my dear, which is the real beauty of the heart? said the old man smiling. The young man remained quiet, with tears down his face.He approached the old man, ripped a piece of his perfect heart and gave it , with trembling hands, to the old man. The old man took the piece and put it in his heart. Then took a piece of his wounded heart and gave it to the young man.It fit but not perfectly. The young man looked at his heart which was no longer perfect, but much more beautiful than it was ever before, because now, he had in his heart, the love from the old man’s heart. The two of them hugged, smiled to each other, and left together.
How sad can you be to walk in this life with a perfect heart in your chest? A perfect heart, but with no beauty in it... How is your heart? Can you share it with others?
