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
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 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 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.
How sad it must be to go through life with a whole heart.