What Does it Truly Mean to have a Beautiful Heart? This story is all you need to know.
In today's world of 'scratch my back, then i will scratch your back'.
This story i'm about to share is all we need to remember what having a beautiful heart is all about.
To some love should never hurt...but a love that does not get hurt, does not truly love and that's because its not a sacrificial love, its all lip service.
Wait a sec. The love I'm talking about is NOT the romantic love 💖 The love I refer to here, is love for humanity!
The Story: One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart ever.
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, "Well...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 starred ... how could 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.
I hope this story inspired you as much as it inspired me.
I have a strong feeling that if we genuinely love and care for each other, we wont have high rate of depression in our society today.
But today when you share your problem with people, all you hear is 'I, I, I '
I cant help you because 'I' have a big project at hand, i cant help because 'I'...
You just want to pile and pile up money in your bank account while the person asking for help needs it to solve a pressing issue.
Hmmm at the end of the day, everything will melt away, that beautiful house, that car etc.
The best investment for me is in humans not on things.
When i read this story it reminded of the kind of life we should be living.
These days no one wants to get hurt.
People are close yet their hearts are far away from each other.
Our today is filled with suspicion and high expectations from one another.
We need to learn to rip our heart for each other to cover each others scars.
Thanks For Reading
ROYAL-QUEEN
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