Once upon a time, there is a man who claimed he has the most beautiful heart. It was perfect, with no wounds whatsoever, and indeed, everyone said it was the most beautiful heart they ever seen. Thus, the man became well known all around town for his heart, he became boasted and proud. Every day, he would go out and showed it for everyone to see.
One day, while he was showing his heart to see, an old man stepped up and said "If you think your heart is the most beautiful, see mine. It is more beautiful than yours." Saying so, the old man shows his. The crowd and the man looked in disgust. For the old man's heart was full of scars, there are even some bleeding wounds and some parts of his heart has holes while there are some holes were filled with pieces of what appear from other hearts but it doesn't fit the holes exactly and not to mention there are jagged edges around it.
The man laughed at the old man. "This is what you call 'beautiful'??? You must be kidding me! Look at my heart. Yours is not even close to what I have. It was perfect, no scars and certainly, no holes!" The old man replied, "Even it is so, I would never want to trade my heart to have one like yours. You see, every tear represents every person that I gave a piece of my heart. Everytime I see them, I would give a piece of my heart to them, and so often I received a piece back, which I put it in the holes to replace my pieces I gave, that's why it doesn't fit perfectly. It has some rough edges which I cherish them a lot, because it reminds me of the love that we shared.
Sometimes, I gave a piece of my heart away, but the other person didn't return it back to me, which is why there are some holes remained opens. It is painful, but it reminded me of the love that I have for these people too, with a hope that someday they will fill the space that I had been waiting. Now do you see what true beauty means?"
The man who had been listening, stood there with tears flowing down his cheeks. He then walked towards the old man and ripped a piece of his perfect heart and offered it to the old man. The old man took it and gave his own as an exchange. The man then placed the old man's piece into the place where the hole has been. It fit, but not perfectly, with some jagged edges.
The man looked at his heart, no longer perfect but more beautiful than ever, for the love from the old man has flowed into his heart.
This is life. There are so many times we gave the pieces of our hearts and received other's in return to fill the holes from where we ripped it from. Sometimes, we received, sometimes we don't. Sometimes someone just tear a piece and let it bleed, leave us wounded.
But...would I want a perfect heart than the ones that has been scarred, wounded and with jagged edges with unfit or missing pieces? I would say, I had been choosing the heart that has been broken a lot with lots of scars and wounds than a perfect one. True, a wounded heart is hard to heal, it has lots of scars that one can't even think of how deep the cut was.
A wounded heart determines if I want to give up or move on. I choose to go on. What doesn't kill you, it will makes you stronger. You may blurted out "He/she left me, I feel like I want to die." or "I can't take this any longer, I wish I was dead." - yes, I did feel that way once until I realised that I am still living and alive and breathing, I fought my way and here's where I am today. Little do I realised that the reason that I am still alive and moving on it's because I already have that will to move on, it's just that there are still a strong urge to let go of the pain and leave the past behind.
Some of you readers might say this (as you reading my post) "It's easier said than done, AngeLBeaR...what do you know about my problems????" True, I don't know what are your exact problems. But who lives without any problems anyway? Where there is a problem, there is a solution.
If it's about broken relationships, everyone has it! I had mine. Yeah, you might say "I been with this girl/guy for 20 years, now we broke up...so yours are not as bad as mine." Any broken relationship hurts. It doesn't care how long you had been in relationships. It's just a matter on how we cope with it.
A wounded heart is not something to be ashamed of. It's not something to be left as a burden in our souls. A wounded heart is supposed to make us stronger to face our tomorrows, to be able to laugh at ourselves when it's already passed behind us. To be able to face a greater challenge ahead, to be able to help others as a good role model that if we can do it, others can too. Moreever, the more reason to love, the more reason to appreciate what will be given to us after the storm has passed.
If you love, and get hurt, love more; when you love more and get hurt more, love even more; When you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more. And you know that you healed when you no longer remember why it hurts at the first place.
Rise up and move on!
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