i once heard a story of two men.

One of these men was young and claimed to have the most beautiful and perfect of hearts. He showed his heart to all, boasting of its perfection and beauty.

One day while in the midst of a crowd an old man stepped forward and said his heart was more beautiful than the young man's flawless heart. The young man and crowd laughed at the old man's heart full of scars and jagged edges where pieces had been removed and replaced.

The young man said "Mine is perfect and yours is a mess of tears and scars." The old man replied "Yes, bit it's those scars that make mine beautiful. The jagged edges are where I've given a piece of my heart to someone and replaced it with a piece of their heart given to me. The empty gouges are where I've given a piece away and the person didn't return my love, the gouges stay painfully open until some day I hope they will. Do you see the true beauty of a heart?"

The young man silently walked over to the man with tears running down his cheeks and gave him a piece of his heart, and the old man returned a piece of his own heart to the young man.


i shall try my best to believe that "love heals all wounds"...