A story to share..
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. The was not a mark or 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 fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places, there were deep gouges with whole pieces missing.
The people stared. How could he say his heart is more beautiful?? they though. 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 they often 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 hearrt to me. These are the empty gouges - giving loce 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 tooks his offering, placed it in his heart and took a piece from his old scarred heart and place 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.
Moral of the story : The more hurt and pain you have gone thru in life, the stronger and more beautiful your heart will be..
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i got this story from dear's blog. dated, 28 dec 2007. yea, it was tgt with my b'day post from dear.
i guess my heart is super scarred. jagged edges, but more of gouges. deep big ones that will never be filled.
and the moral of the story brings me to something that i once saw on my friend's nick
what doesn kill you, makes you stronger
as true as it may seem, to me, it takes a super long time for this to take effect on me. before the saying sets in, for me, its more of "what doesn kill me, makes me want to kill myself more" and i'm serious. ask loser and you'll know what i mean.
really tired of whatever's going on now.
time for me to start growing stronger.
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. The was not a mark or 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 fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places, there were deep gouges with whole pieces missing.
The people stared. How could he say his heart is more beautiful?? they though. 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 they often 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 hearrt to me. These are the empty gouges - giving loce 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 tooks his offering, placed it in his heart and took a piece from his old scarred heart and place 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.
Moral of the story : The more hurt and pain you have gone thru in life, the stronger and more beautiful your heart will be..
.......................................................................................
i got this story from dear's blog. dated, 28 dec 2007. yea, it was tgt with my b'day post from dear.
i guess my heart is super scarred. jagged edges, but more of gouges. deep big ones that will never be filled.
and the moral of the story brings me to something that i once saw on my friend's nick
what doesn kill you, makes you stronger
as true as it may seem, to me, it takes a super long time for this to take effect on me. before the saying sets in, for me, its more of "what doesn kill me, makes me want to kill myself more" and i'm serious. ask loser and you'll know what i mean.
really tired of whatever's going on now.
time for me to start growing stronger.
[UPDATE @ 1.30PM]
WOOHHOOOOO~~ nightmare msged me from camp!! HAHAHHAHAA.. now i can happily eat up my notes =P
i don't care if its over-reliance
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[UPDATE @ 4.55PM]
DAMNIT!! i should exercise more self control man. or maybe i should have just turned off my router. i took a damn 3 hrs to finish 1 chap of bmic. GOOD GAME. darn. its gonna be late night tonight again. gotta clear bmic by today, clear chem tml, so as to be in time for MSTs. fuck.
gonna bathe and prepare to go down to AMK Hub with daddy to get camp stuff. stupid lil brat ain't coming. darnn.
pray MSTs be over soon man. i want to SHOP! and MJ with the kakhis man!!
and SHIT! i'm like craving for caramel frap when i just had it yesterday.
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[UPDATE @ 1.22AM]
i'm like going to sleep w/o mugging. DAMN!!
anways, was at AMK Hub just now. got most of my camp stuff. and it was a case of correct place, wrong companion. there were like so many beeyouteefool things there can. rawrs. but i still bought 2 umbro jerseys. who cares if lil brat has them too, in different colour and designn. HA.
and gosh, i seriously pray that my ****** will just freaking stop when i reach perak. coz i still want to try out river crossing and white water rafting. damnit.
and elilove is damn cute sia. she started a convo with me by asking if i'm pris. =.= she's prolly gone crazy from muugging.
and chat with Li Lin is love.
i think i need a new brain and new heart.
i no longer believe in friendships, forever, because forever doesn exist. i used to believ it, but after that day, i think not. my only friends now are my lappie, notes, bed and phone.
speaking of phone, lil brat sent me the diner dash game in my phone. and now, i waste battery by playing it on the train, in the car, everywhere.
pain pain, is here to stay
fSEEYOUk
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