Recently a friend turned me on to the works of Paul Coelho, certain that I would be able to relate to his tales of personal journeys, especially The Alchemist. Boy, was she ever right! Since then, I have subscribed to his blog and look forward to my daily dose of his words and wisdom. This week, he posted a particularly beautiful ’20 second story’ from one of his readers, Priya Sher. It was originally entitled, The Perfect Heart, but I have unofficially renamed it ‘The Mosaic of our Heart’, for our heart is really made up of many bits and pieces, both accumulated and given away many times over the course of our lifetime. Enjoy!
The Perfect Heart, sent by Priya Sher
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.
But an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said,
“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. The young man looked at the old man’s heart 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.
“ 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.
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 lovefrom the old man’s heart flowed into his.
[Note: I reached out in cyberspace and contacted the author to tell her how much I appreciate her story and that I reposted here on my blog. I received a gracious reply this morning, with an unexpected treat that I did not even know existed: the rest of the story...]
The Perfect Heart cont… (by Priya Sher)
After receiving a piece of the old man’s heart the young man was feeling more full of energy and love than ever before.
He continued on his journey till he arrived at the next village where he met a beautiful girl. He had never felt such strong emotion before and decided that he wanted to give this girl a large piece of his heart. The girl accepted his heart but told the young man that she would not be able to give a piece of her heart to him. The young man cried and tears seeped through the big hole in his heart. He remembered the old man’s words, ‘giving love is taking a chance’. He decided he would not give pieces of his heart to anyone else now, because when the hole is empty the pain is so intense.
He continued on his journey to the next village and sat by a lake where a little orphan boy was playing by himself. The young child saw the man and asked him why he was so sad. The man told the little boy his story. After hearing his story the young orphan thought about his own heart and wanted to give a piece of it to the man but every time he tried to send it, it was returned back to him.
After several attempts the boy told the young man, ‘I have no parents no brothers or sisters and I realized after hearing your story that I have all this love to give. Today when I saw you sitting here I felt that if I had a brother he might look like you and I wanted to share my love with you and give you a piece of my heart but it seems you do not want to receive it.’ The man felt so touched he could feel the young orphan’s love trying to enter his heart so he opened his heart and received a piece of the orphan’s heart and returned a piece of his own heart to him. Both their hearts beat stronger and flowed with more love. Though the gouge left by the young girl was still raw and not filled, there was so much love pumping in the young man’s heart again. Now he understood why he needed to keep his heart open. He realized that we never know where love may be trying to enter from and by closing his heart he would have closed himself to infinite possibilities.
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