The Beautiful Heart

People literally spend millions and millions of dollars every year on beauty aids, enhancements, and surgeries just so they can look younger, prettier, sexier, etc. The sad thing is this: no matter how much time and effort a person tries to make themselves appear younger or look better, they will still get old…in other words…you can’t beat Mother Nature.

Brandon Zierer

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So…what should a person focus their time and energy on each day? The answer is this…THEIR HEART because this is what a person is REALLY made of. The following story is a terrific example of this concept. It illustrates to us in a picturesque way about the true beauty of an individual.

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One day, in a heavily crowded place, a young man was shouting at the crowd.

“People look at me; I have the most beautiful heart in the world.”

Many people looked at him and were stunned to see the beautiful heart in a perfect shape, no little flaw, which looked quite amazing. Most of the people who saw his heart was mesmerized by the beauty of his heart and praised him.

However, there came an old man and challenged the young man, “No my son, I have got the most beautiful heart in the world!”

The young man asked, “Show me your heart, then!”

The old man showed his heart to him. It was very rough, uneven, and had scars all over the heart. Also, the heart was not in shape, appeared like bits and pieces joined together in various colors. There were some rough edges, some part of the heart were removed and filled with other pieces.

The heart of the old man simply looked like various pieces of heart joined together and formed as a heart.

The young man started laughing at his heart, “My dear old man, are you mad? See, my heart! How beautiful and flawless it is. You cannot find even a bit of imperfection in my heart. See, yours. It is full of scars, wounds and blemishes. How can you say your heart is beautiful?”

“Dear boy, my heart is just so beautiful as your heart is. Did you see the scars? Each scar represents the love I shared with a person. I share a piece of heart with others when I share love and in return I get a piece of heart, which I fix at the place where I had torn a piece!” said the old man.

The young man was shocked.

And the old man continued. “Since the pieces of heart I shared were neither equal nor in the same shape or size, my heart is full of uneven edges and bits and pieces.” “My heart is not in shape because sometimes I never get the love in return from those I gave it. So where do you see the real beauty? Your heart which looks fresh and fuller with no scars which indicates you never shared love with anybody. Did you?”

The young man stood still and never spoke a word. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He walked to the old man, tore a piece of his heart and gave the piece to the old man. 

Many people give importance and respect to physical beauty. Yet, physical appearance isn’t the real beauty…the heart is! Like the old adage says: “Beauty really is only skin deep!”

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Source: kidsworldfun.com

3 thoughts on “The Beautiful Heart

  1. I believe beauty comes from within and good and kind deeds come from the heart when no one is looking.

    (Galatians 5:22-23)
    But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith,
    meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.

    (1 Corinthians 13:4-8) LOVE
    Charity suffers long, and is kind; charity envies not; charity vaunts not itself, is not puffed up;
    doth not behave itself unseemly, seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, thinks no evil;
    rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;
    bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
    Charity never fails. But whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.

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