The day after tomorrow….

Ah yes, not today, but the day after tomorrow…interestingly, the most awaited day after the New Year ( minus the b’day celebrations and anniversaries in between). At last, it will be the V-Day soon!! Unfortunately, I shall be in the rural area and forget about posting from there. The reception is quite bad, for most of my incoming and outgoing calls go as “out of range” and as for internet services, don’t mention it….why do I always wish for flying horses !!

And so in the leap month of February, it’s going to be “the Valentine’s day”….yes, especially meant for the couples, but also for all loved ones. I remember in mid-school, we had to make cards and candy for all the girls and guys in the gang. Fast forward to college and post-university, cards for some or most, and candy for few !!

And how do we define love ? Yes, there is the original text from the Bible , which goes as,

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.”

And putting it in the more simple terms, in our day-to-day language, love is like this…

Though, this time I want to share something about love, which goes beyond mutual love.

In reality to love someone, means to give  a part of your day or existence to share it with another person. And many a time, things may not work out and each time, we get more bitter and betrayed. And that’s when we lose our hope in love and life.

To love truly, means to get a “perfect heart”, which never happens in reality. And what is the story behind the perfect heart ?

The Perfect Heart (Author: Unknown)

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. How sad it must be to go through life with a whole untouched heart.

Another thing that I can say about love, is that it is persistent and many a time, silent. A Silent Love. It’s up to us to recognize the silence and then accept it to be a part of our life and destiny. Sometimes, the more silent the love is, the stronger it will be.

And last of all, love doesn’t need a reason. What “If Love needs a reason..”  No, it doesn’t need one. If it ever does need a reason, what happens when the reason to love is gone ?!! Then it won’t be love anymore …And that’s the truth of real love, many a time, you don’t have a reason to love someone, you just do…and that’s true love.

And that’s always true, for real love never fails. It always finds you and becomes a part of your life.

Happy Valentine’s Day !!

 

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About ....the little thread of thoughts

through five yrs of med school, and now taking a 2 yr break before post-grad working in mission hosp in India; 'm one of ur norm' everyday ppl. Nothing dramatic goin' on in my life, but it's not so quiet either. Just "a lot of happenings". So, hi there n Have a great day :) View all posts by ....the little thread of thoughts

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