Defination : Perfect Heart

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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 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, 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.