“When gods wish to punish us they fulfill our desires” said Oscar Wilde. And yes, I admit this is the last and the hardest sentence, when you do not want anything longer , when you do to not have any goal. Have you ever felt without purpose? Have you tried to build it of any debris, carelessly throwing yourself in the life’s ocean fully satisfied with aspirations that you cannot imagine now, just to feel you have to fight for something? I do, I outlined my goal, I really know what I want from life and what I have to do to get where I want to be.
But you? Do you even have a vague scheme? Obviously you cannot know what you are expected to go through, the unpredictable charm will reign forever. The people you will meet in your way, interesting or not, rejecting or not .. will help you to get higher on the stage of life or will help you to get down, will open your eyes, will make you trust yourself or become one with yourself …
No matter how high we get, keep your heart pure, do not forget to give, to love, do not be evil, be petty, help, and, even if we have learned to manage problems ourselves, do not hesitate to get help. Here is a story that many probably know:
“One day, a young man stood in the center of a big city and began to tell pedestrians that he has the most beautiful heart of the surroundings. Not long after, around him, a large crowd of people gathered and all admired the heart that was just perfect.
No sign, no crack could be seen on his heart. Yes, everyone agreed. It was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The man was very proud of his heart and did not cease to be alone with his praise. Suddenly, an old man came near the crowd.
With a quiet voice he said to them: – and yet, the perfection of his heart does not compare with the beauty of my heart. The people in the crowd began to turn their eyes to the heart of the old-timer. They were curious to see who dared to compare his heart to the heart of the young man. That was a strong heart, whose rhythmic beats could be heard from far away. But it was full of scars, places where pieces of it had been replaced by others that did not fit entirely even, lines of union of foreign pieces and the old heart was sinuous, sometimes even rough. There were missing pieces of the heart, a full competition, large open wounds, still bleeding. “How can he say he has a beautiful heart?”, people were amazed whispering.
The young man , having carefully examined the heart of the old man, looked up and said, laughing:
“ Are you joking, grandfather? Look at my heart – it is perfect! While yours is all wounds, tears and pain.
- Yes, said the gentle old man. Your heart looks perfect, but my heart would never change your heart.
Can you see? Every scar on my heart is a person whom I gave my love, he broke a piece of my heart and I gave it away to the person , I often gave a piece of my heart in exchange for a piece of his heart that fit the place where my heart was left empty. But because pieces are measured in millimeters, rough edges remain, which I appreciate very much because I remember the love I shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart to people who gave me nothing in return, not even a piece of their heart. These are open wounds in my heart, black holes – to love those around you always involves some risk.
And although these wounds still bleed and hurt, they remind me of the love that I felt for these people, and, who knows, someday they might get back to me and fill my empty spots with pieces of their hearts.
Do you understand now, the true beauty of the heart? ended the old man with a slow voice and a warm smile. The young man got away quietly, his face bathed in tears. He approached the old man then shy, broke a piece of his perfect heart and spread it with trembling hands. An old piece has been placed in his heart. A broken heart and then a piece of scar crossed the young heart. It fit, but not perfectly, the edges were little rough.
The young man looked at his heart which was not perfect, but now it was more beautiful than ever, because a perfect heart-throb of love was in the heart of the old man now. The two embraced, they smiled and went along the road. How sad to be going the way of life with a whole heart in the chest. A perfect heart is not beauty … “
And what about you? How is your heart? Can you share it ? Or you prefer the solitude?
Sometimes people like the way you act
Sometimes vice-versa and it is a fact
Sometimes all your plans work out
Sometimes fake comes to be real, no doubt
Sometimes there is no air to breathe at all
Sometimes getting up you fall
Sometimes there is no other choice
Sometimes you shout and hear no noise
Sometimes the soul is what you bother
Sometimes a day is like no other
Sometimes you fear a day will die
Sometimes you don’t and take a ride
Sometimes the lowest is still too high
Sometimes a story seems to be true
Sometimes he is actually you
Sometimes everyone tries to help
Sometimes you do what he can’t do
I’m just to be…
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