One day a boy was standing on the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful and fresh heart in the valley. A large crowd gathered and they all accepted his heart for it was perfect heart. There was not any mark or defect in it.
The crowd agreed that it was the perfect and fresh heart that they had ever seen. The boy was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful, fresh, and perfect heart. Suddenly, an old man appeared in 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. It was 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 rough edges. In fact, in some places there were deep scratch where whole pieces were missing.
The people started- how can he say his heart is perfect? And so on. The young man looked at old man's heart and saw its condition and laughed.
He said, "You must be joking. Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect, and yours is broken and full of wound and tears."
"Yes" said the old man.
"Yours is perfect looking and I would never deal with you. But you see every scares in my heart represents the person to whom I have given my love- I tear out my piece of my heart and give it to them and often they give me a piece of their heart, I fit into the empty place of my heart. But because the pieces are not exact, I have some rough edges, which I appreciate because they remind me the love we shared together. Some times I have given my heart away and they didn't. So, I have some empty scratch. Although these scratch are painful, it stays open. Reminding me of love I have for these people. And I hope someday they may return and fill the space I am waiting. So, now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks, walked up to the old man and took a piece from his heart and handed to the old man with his trembling hands. The old man took his gift and placed it in his heart and took a piece from his and placed it in the wounded young man's heart.
It fits but not perfectly, as there were some rough edges.
The young man looked his heart. Not perfect anymore but more beautiful than he ever saw. Since love from old man flowed to his heart. They hold their arms and walked side by side together.
Monday, February 15, 2010
The Perfect Heart
Posted by Lowell at 1:25 PM