I find this story really meaningful and life-fitting. :)
'One day 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. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why 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. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought.
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state 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 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, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"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 with trembling hands. 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 love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.'
Author Unknown
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Anyway,I gave CCAO a miss today and I'm feeling pathetic about it.
Did you know how badly I wanted to go?
But maybe it's a blessing in disguise instead, since God knows if I would have thrown up in the train or in front of a crowd of enthusiasts.
And Jalyn is back! (Welcome back to S'pore my dear!) :)
2010 is so close that I can sniff it. It's peculiar how I will anticipate something and dread it when it arrives.
I think I will miss my sleep once school starts.
But it's inevitable that school will come, no?
However, I think it will be quite cool to quit feeling like a whiny junior anymore haha. :)
OMG I'M TALKING TO JAL NOW AND SHE SAYS THAT SHE SAW CSK, YANG YANG, MS LIM, MS TAY etc in HongKong HAHAHA OMG! :P Cool shitz?
but her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved concrete angel
tired of chasing after things that don't belong, tired of struggling to impress, tired of trying too hard then falling so hard, tired of heartaches, tired of getting back on track, tired of facades; facades that last only to reveal the inside that you'd desperately tried to conceal
I find this story really meaningful and life-fitting. :)
'One day 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. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why 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. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared "How can he say his heart is more beautiful?" they thought.
The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state 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 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, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared."
"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 with trembling hands. 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 love from the old man's heart flowed into his.
They embraced and walked away side by side.'
Author Unknown
~
Anyway,I gave CCAO a miss today and I'm feeling pathetic about it.
Did you know how badly I wanted to go?
But maybe it's a blessing in disguise instead, since God knows if I would have thrown up in the train or in front of a crowd of enthusiasts.
And Jalyn is back! (Welcome back to S'pore my dear!) :)
2010 is so close that I can sniff it. It's peculiar how I will anticipate something and dread it when it arrives.
I think I will miss my sleep once school starts.
But it's inevitable that school will come, no?
However, I think it will be quite cool to quit feeling like a whiny junior anymore haha. :)
OMG I'M TALKING TO JAL NOW AND SHE SAYS THAT SHE SAW CSK, YANG YANG, MS LIM, MS TAY etc in HongKong HAHAHA OMG! :P Cool shitz?
but her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved concrete angel
