One day, a young man stopped in the middle of a big city and began to tell pedestrians that is the heart of beautiful surroundings.
Not after long time around it was a large crowd gathered and all I admire the heart that was really perfect. Do not see any signs of heart or a crack. Yes, everyone agreed it was the most beautiful heart they have ever seen. The young man was very proud of his heart and not cease to praise alone with her.
When suddenly, the crowd came an old woman. The quiet voice he said to himself:
- And still, the perfection of his heart not compare with the beauty of my heart.
People crowd gathered around the young have started to look on the heart old man. Even the young man was curious to see the heart that dared to compare his heart. He was a strong heart, whose rhythmic beats to be heard on. But it was full of scars, places where pieces of it were replaced with others that did not fit even entirely, connecting lines between foreign and heart of the old pieces are sinuous, even rugged in places. Moreover, from place to place missing pieces of the whole competition heart, wide open wounds, still bleeding.
- How can say that is a more beautiful heart, she whispered amazed people.
Young, after carefully examined the heart-old, he looked up and said laughing:
- You ‘re kidding, grandfathers. Look at my heart – is perfect! While yours is all one wound, only tears and pain.
- Yes, said the gentle old man. Your heart looks perfect, but I would never change the heart of the heart. You see, every scar on my heart is a person to whom I gave my love – break a piece of my heart and give him the man next to me, which often gives me instead a piece of his heart, what looks good in remained empty place in my heart. But because the pieces are measured in millimeters, remains marginal corners, which I appreciate overjoyed because I remember the love we shared it with one from me. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart for people who do not give me anything in return, not even a piece of their heart. These are open wounds in my heart, black holes – the ones you love around you always involves a certain risk.
And although those wounds still bleed and hurt me, they remember the love that I even for these people, and, who knows, might someday like to return to me and fill my place bare with chunks of their hearts. You understand now, my dear, the true beauty of the heart? – Has signed with mild voice and warm smile-old.
The young man remained silent apart, his face bathed in tears.
Then timidly approached the old man, tore a piece of his heart a perfect and handed him with trembling hands. The old man takes the first piece you put it in his heart. A broken heart then crossed by a piece of scar and gave the young heart. Match, but not perfectly, because the edges were a little rugged. Young has seen the heart, which was not perfect, but now was more beautiful than ever, because once the perfect heart-throb of love in the heart of old man now. The two have been embraced, and they smiled and started along the road.
How sad must be to go the way of life with a whole heart in the chest. A perfect heart, but devoid of beauty …
Not after long time around it was a large crowd gathered and all I admire the heart that was really perfect. Do not see any signs of heart or a crack. Yes, everyone agreed it was the most beautiful heart they have ever seen. The young man was very proud of his heart and not cease to praise alone with her.
When suddenly, the crowd came an old woman. The quiet voice he said to himself:
- And still, the perfection of his heart not compare with the beauty of my heart.
People crowd gathered around the young have started to look on the heart old man. Even the young man was curious to see the heart that dared to compare his heart. He was a strong heart, whose rhythmic beats to be heard on. But it was full of scars, places where pieces of it were replaced with others that did not fit even entirely, connecting lines between foreign and heart of the old pieces are sinuous, even rugged in places. Moreover, from place to place missing pieces of the whole competition heart, wide open wounds, still bleeding.
- How can say that is a more beautiful heart, she whispered amazed people.
Young, after carefully examined the heart-old, he looked up and said laughing:
- You ‘re kidding, grandfathers. Look at my heart – is perfect! While yours is all one wound, only tears and pain.
- Yes, said the gentle old man. Your heart looks perfect, but I would never change the heart of the heart. You see, every scar on my heart is a person to whom I gave my love – break a piece of my heart and give him the man next to me, which often gives me instead a piece of his heart, what looks good in remained empty place in my heart. But because the pieces are measured in millimeters, remains marginal corners, which I appreciate overjoyed because I remember the love we shared it with one from me. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart for people who do not give me anything in return, not even a piece of their heart. These are open wounds in my heart, black holes – the ones you love around you always involves a certain risk.
And although those wounds still bleed and hurt me, they remember the love that I even for these people, and, who knows, might someday like to return to me and fill my place bare with chunks of their hearts. You understand now, my dear, the true beauty of the heart? – Has signed with mild voice and warm smile-old.
The young man remained silent apart, his face bathed in tears.
Then timidly approached the old man, tore a piece of his heart a perfect and handed him with trembling hands. The old man takes the first piece you put it in his heart. A broken heart then crossed by a piece of scar and gave the young heart. Match, but not perfectly, because the edges were a little rugged. Young has seen the heart, which was not perfect, but now was more beautiful than ever, because once the perfect heart-throb of love in the heart of old man now. The two have been embraced, and they smiled and started along the road.
How sad must be to go the way of life with a whole heart in the chest. A perfect heart, but devoid of beauty …
Your heart is like? One can share with others?!?
