Tale of a Beautiful Heart

Here’s a tale of a beautiful heart.

Love is to be given and shared, not hidden, and not paraded.

“Once long ago and far away was a very special valley. The outside world did not know about this special valley or the very special people that lived within it. You see, what made these people special was the fact that they wore their hearts on the outside of their chest for everyone to see. There were big ones and small ones, pretty ones and some not so pretty.

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that the 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, 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.”

” There is no limit, because God is love and love is God.

And so you are really in love with God,

and God’s love is infinite.

And that’s why it’s not how much you do,

but how much love you put into the action. – Mother Teresa.

Sadness and Happiness

Manusia…
mereka memang selalu tidak tahu apa yang mereka miliki sampai mereka kehilangan…
walaupun kamu merasa telah mensyukuri apa yang kamu miliki… tapi terkadang itu memang belum cukup

Aku… dulu… memiliki sesuatu yang bisa membuatku bahagia dan mensyukurinya…
sekarang aku telah kehilangannya… semua saat bahagiaku sekarang menjadi alasanku untuk bersedih…

Untukku itu wajar…
Hal ini adalah hal yang sama dan telah terjadi padaku berkali-kali… dulu saat sedihku kupakai untuk berpikir bagaimana caranya mendapatkan kembali kebahagiaanku yang hilang… dari sedih itu hanya sakit yang kurasakan

Dan kemarin… saat sedihku berusaha kulenyapkan, aku mencari sesuatu yang dapat mengalihkan pikiranku dari sedihku… tapi sekarang… aku berpikir bahwa yang kulakukan adalah bodoh… sangat bodoh.

Kemampuan untuk bersedih adalah anugrah yang datang dari Tuhan, lalu aku mencoba mengerti kesedihanku… yang kudapatkan ternyata jauh lebih banyak hal-hal yang dulu tidak atau belum cukup aku syukuri…

Ternyata aku belum menjadi orang yang cukup siap untuk diberi kebahagiaan sebesar itu… aku diberi kesempatan berkali-kali untuk belajar… tapi waktu yang ada tidak kugunakan untuk mengerti hikmah dibalik semua… keegoisanku membutakanku…

Temanku, jikalau kamu merasa sedih… jangan pernah lari… hadapilah dan nikmatilah karena itu anugrah dari Tuhan. Tidakkah kau berpikirkan bahwa lebih menyedihkan jikalau kamu merasa sedih dan hanya sakit yang kamu dapat, padahal hikmah yang kamu bisa dapat dari semuanya itu lebih besar dari derita yang kamu tanggung.

Belajarlah dari hikmah yang kamu dapat, jadilah manusia yang lebih baik. Sehingga ketika semuanya kembali kepadamu, kamu sudah siap.

Ingatlah “Ia membuat segala sesuatu indah pada waktunya, bahkan Ia memberikan kekekalan dalam hati mereka. Tetapi manusia tidak dapat menyelami pekerjaan yang dilakukan Allah dari awal sampai akhir.”

Jika sesuatu yang kamu rindukan saja sudah indah dulu, nanti pasti akan lebih indah saat kamu mendapatkannya kembali. Persiapkanlah dirimu sebaik-baiknya… jangan ditunda… karena kamu tidak akan tahu kapan waktuNya.

God Bless You