beautiful things - eleven
Whoops! a little over an hour late. Go me. >.<;;
One of my favorite stories:
The Perfect Heart
One day a boy was standing in the middle of a town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful and flawless heart in the valley. A large crowd gathered and they all agreed that his heart was perfect, for there was not any mark or scratch upon it.
The crowd agreed that it was the most perfect and beautiful heart that they had ever seen. The boy was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful, flawless, and perfect heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared in the crowd and said, "Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine!" He displayed his own heart for the crowd- it was wrought with scars. Pieces of his heart had clearly been removed, and other pieces put in. But they didn't fit quite right and the edges were rough and misshapened. In fact, in some places there were deep scars 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, saw its condition and laughed- "You must be joking. Compare your heart with mine! My heart is perfect, and yours is scarred and patched together.”
"Yes" said the old man.
"Yours is perfect-looking, my boy. But you see every scar on 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 but received no love in return- so, I have some scars. Although these scars are painful, they remind me of love I have for these people. I hope someday they may return and fill the space, and I’ll wait forever, for that is what it means to truly love.
“So, now, young man… 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 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 own wounded, scarred, beautiful heart and placed it in the young man's care.
The young man looked his heart. Not perfect anymore but more beautiful than he could have ever believed.
One of my favorite stories:
The Perfect Heart
One day a boy was standing in the middle of a town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful and flawless heart in the valley. A large crowd gathered and they all agreed that his heart was perfect, for there was not any mark or scratch upon it.
The crowd agreed that it was the most perfect and beautiful heart that they had ever seen. The boy was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful, flawless, and perfect heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared in the crowd and said, "Why, your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine!" He displayed his own heart for the crowd- it was wrought with scars. Pieces of his heart had clearly been removed, and other pieces put in. But they didn't fit quite right and the edges were rough and misshapened. In fact, in some places there were deep scars 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, saw its condition and laughed- "You must be joking. Compare your heart with mine! My heart is perfect, and yours is scarred and patched together.”
"Yes" said the old man.
"Yours is perfect-looking, my boy. But you see every scar on 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 but received no love in return- so, I have some scars. Although these scars are painful, they remind me of love I have for these people. I hope someday they may return and fill the space, and I’ll wait forever, for that is what it means to truly love.
“So, now, young man… 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 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 own wounded, scarred, beautiful heart and placed it in the young man's care.
The young man looked his heart. Not perfect anymore but more beautiful than he could have ever believed.