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 mans heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didnt fit quite rige places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared — how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thougpare 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 h**e 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 arent exact, I h**e some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I h**e given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasnt 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 h**e for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space in my heart. 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 mans 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 mans heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.