The matter of the heart

Well.. have u ever heard of a story of the heart?
Theres this one story that i read in an article one time way back when i was in high school. The story goes like this:
A young man came up to an old man and was curious by the conditions of that old mans heart, so he asks, "Why is your heart is so ugly? its full of patches and holes and consists of numerous colors.". The young guy went on and boasted that he had a beautiful heart with no holes or patches and is a fiery red in color. It even beats unfailingly every second without fail. The old man just laughed. The old man then turned around and asked "Have you ever loved anyone before?". "No." the young man answered. Thats when the old man said "Well then, your heart is not perfect at all." The young man was confused by this answer and asked the old man what makes his heart so special when compared to his. So the old man answered, "My heart is perfect because it went through a lot and still kept beating for him.". The old man went on and explained that the patches were from old loves and friendship. Every time he loved someone he gives a piece of his heart to that person. Sometimes he gets a part of the persons heart in exchange and sometimes none was given back. That is why his heart has holes and patches. The colors are from different kinds of love he received. The love from his parents were of a different color when compared to his teachers. His friends love are different colors when compared to the love he received from his lover and so on. His heart sometimes stops beating because he was reminded of an old friend or of his long lost family members. And sometimes just stop because of the beauty in the hearts of his children and friends. His heart was perfect. He experienced every type of love and heartache imaginable and still lived. The young man was then stunned. He never thought he was so selfish when all this time he was only thinking of his heart being perfect. So he rips a part of his heart and gave it to the old man and the old man did the same thing in return.

So the moral of the story is, heartbreaks and love stories are things that make us human. Our GOD, Friendship and family are all the things that make our heart beat through hardships and times of happiness. It builds us up to be a better person and gives us experience that we can never get in any other way. I hope you have at least loved once for loving is never a waste and a person who never loves is not a person at all.