Hello dear Blurt users, today I bring you some very nice lines that in times of storm like these it is beautiful to read texts like this, so here I leave them.
One day a young man stood in the center of a village and proclaimed that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole country.
A large crowd gathered around him and everyone admired and confirmed that his heart was perfect, as no blemishes or scratches could be seen on it.
Yes, they all agreed that it was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen.
Seeing himself admired, the young man felt even more proud, and with greater fervor claimed to possess the most beautiful heart in the whole vast place.
Suddenly an old man approached and said: "Forgive my boldness, but why do you say that, if your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine, or that of so many other people?"
Surprised, the crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart and saw that, although it was beating vigorously, it was covered with scars and there were even areas where pieces were missing and these had been replaced by others that did not fit perfectly into the place, since they were visible. jagged edges and edges all around. Moreover, there were places with holes, where deep chunks were missing.
The people's eyes were overwhelmed, how can he say that his heart is more beautiful?, they thought...
The young man looked at the old man's heart and seeing his lanky state, he laughed. "You must be kidding me," he said.
Compare your heart with mine... Mine is perfect. Instead yours is a set of scars and pain."
"It's true, said the old man, your heart seems perfect, but I would never get involved with you...
Look, each scar represents a person to whom I gave all my love.
I ripped out pieces of my heart to give to each of those I've loved. Many, in turn, have given me a piece of theirs, which I have placed in the place that was left open. As the pieces were not the same, the edges remained for which I am happy, because owning them reminds me of the love we have shared."
"There were times when I gave a piece of my heart to someone, but that person did not offer me a piece of theirs in return.
That's where the gaps remained, to give love is to risk, but despite the pain that those wounds cause me to have been left open, they remind me that I still love them and they feed hope, that one day -perhaps- they will return and fill the void that have left in my heart." "Do you understand now what is truly beautiful?"
The young man remained silent, tears running down his cheeks. He approached the old man, tore a piece of his beautiful young heart and offered it to him.
The old man received it and placed it in his heart, then in turn tore off a piece of his already old and battered one and covered the young man's open wound with it. The part is molded, but not perfectly.
As the pieces were not identical, the edges were noticeable.
The young man looked at his heart that was no longer perfect, but looked much more beautiful than before, because the old man's love flowed inside him.
Yes, truly now, I can see how beautiful your heart is.
And your heart, how many scars does it have?
If you have reached this point, thank you very much. I hope that we will see each other again in the next post with more texts like this.
