the most beautiful heart February 2, 2014, 2:06 p.m. One day, in a village, a young man in the crowd stood among them and said he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. The crowd had approached the young man and all agreed on this point: his heart was perfect! No scratch or wound on his heart and all were unanimous that this was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more of her beautiful perfect heart. One day, an old man out of the crowd and said: Why does your heart not as nice as mine? The crowd and the young man then watched the old mans heart. He was beating strongly but full of scars and there were fewer pieces here and there. Some pieces were grafted to where it was missing. They were irregular and poorly fitted. The corners were torn. There were even places where missing pieces. People looked with astonishment: How can you say that your heart is the most beautiful of all? The young man looked at the old mans heart and saw what condition it was and laughed: Are you kidding? He said. Compare your heart with mine. Mine is perfect and yours is a ruin full of scars and tears! Yes, replied the old man, your heart is indeed very beautiful, but I would not exchange it with yours. Look, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love. I then tore a piece of my heart and give it and often they give me a piece of their heart back to put in place of mine. But the songs are not exactly the same. The corners are torn, I agree with you, but it reminds me that we shared love one to another. Sometimes I give a piece of my heart to someone else, but it gives me nothing in return. These are the holes that you see there. Give her love involves risk. That is why these holes hurt me. They remain open. It reminds me that I love for these people and I hope that one day when they will return to fill my heart. Here, he continued, You see now what true beauty? The young man knew what to say and tears flowed down her cheeks. He approached the old man, took his heart in his hand and tore a piece. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man accepts the sacrifice and laid it on his own heart. He took to close the wound in the heart of the young man a piece in turn. It did not happen exactly in the wound, there were a few tears, but the young man looked at his heart was not perfect, but it was beautiful, much more beautiful than before because love the old man traveling in his own heart. They took in the arms and went together. (Moralite the beauty is but illusion to the goodness of a heart )
Posted on: Mon, 03 Feb 2014 16:38:56 +0000
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