Goodness is often overlooked and easily forgotten. It seems humanity is consumed with and focuses their every day life and thoughts with the selfish and evil ways of the world. With what is so easily made more important in the corrupted and dazed eyes of people today, it’s not hard to believe that they have failed to remember that goodness is praying for others, allowing your best friend to cry on your couture shoulder, skipping parties to reminisce with your 82 year old grandmother, being DD at your favorite bands show, advising your friends to change their mind about the stupid mistake their about to make, giving the enemy the benefit of the doubt, selflessness, sheltering the betrayer, taking a lost dog home, scoring a goal for your little brother, sending cards the months before, during, and after Christmas, making time when there isn’t time, not asking for gas money (not just asking for rides places either), going above and beyond, loving to the moon, further, then maybe back, offering to give the last slice of pepperoni pizza away before snatching it for yourself, letting your parents know how everyday was at Coachella, teaching little league- after practice, honesty in everything you do, taking the bullet, practicing what you preach, and overall being intentionally moral in your decision making. Goodness is something that should be prided over, but is naturally meek and humble; therefore it is shoved to the back of the line of our everyday thoughts and memories. It’s a shame to say that it’s food for thought, when realizing that a great deal of us complain that the world is a place full of malice, distrust, and despair, but goodness is so rarely recognized and practiced.
The Adventurer and Olive
T here once was young man, who lived amongst the unruly adventurers of the ocean. He docked a stone throw from the sea, and was fond and familiar with everyone within his village. He was good for a laugh, and was almost always eager and willing to be amongst his kinsmen. He was tall and handsome for such an explorer. This man was known among the people as Jack. His soul belonged to the wind, for he could never stay put, but was always on some kind of minor, yet exciting expedition. When the people spoke of him, smiles instantaneously raised the corners of their mouths in both envy and contentment to hear of such stories of uncanny wit. It seemed as if everything he could ever want was just within his reach, but he still could not help but feel an aching within the deepest crevices of his heart. This deeply bothered him, so he packed his satchel, and set out on yet another travel.
This journey was different; he concurred gruesome sea monsters, met the oldest and wisest of wizards, swam with the fairest mermaids, and still his heart shriveled within his chest. He only hoped that during this journey of his that he would find that one thing to fill that void. As small as it may have been, it bothered him like the small and constant dripping of water on one’s forehead. He searched farther than he had ever gone. Weeks passed, and finally Jack decided to return to his homeland. He trudged his feet and with every step the void ripped deeper and deeper. It wasn’t until he reached the very outskirts of his home that he collapsed from the poisons within his heart. His skin color turned grey, and the rip in his chest was now not only apparent, but gaping. If one was to remove his shirt, you could see straight into the very cavity within his sternum that held his now small and withered heart. The man had done nothing to deserve this, for his only wish was to find happiness.
A day had gone by and Jack was still lying in the sand right besides the ocean. Seagulls surrounded him and the storm from the previous night had left him encrusted with seaweed and sand. Gasping his last breaths he laid there and wondered what he had ever done to feel such agony and pain. What demon had possessed him and crumpled his heart? What witch had cast such a curse on him? As he began to draw his last breath, a young woman named Olive saw him from the corner of her icecap blue eyes and rushed to his aid. She knew from the first sight that she could just let him go, so she picked him up to the best of her ability, placed him in her wheelbarrow, and wheeled him across the sands to her home upon the docks.
She stumbled in with the man up on her shoulder and gently laid him in her bathtub. The tub was fairly large and was her prized possession. Due to it’s abnormally large size, it fit him almost perfectly. The man was giant compared to this small meager mouse of a girl. She had only hoped that she was not too late to help him. She peeled off all the seaweed, and realized that his shirt had sunken into his chest like a blanket cast over a wide hole. Not only the need to help him, but her curiosity, persuaded her to undress the man. Olive instantly shrieked at what could only be a giant pit in the man’s chest. She hardly could recognize his heart for it was barely beating. Looking into his face and his beautiful eyes, she felt both mourning and love creep deep in through her ribs and into her being. The woman knew what she had to do to save him. She scooped out the sand and seawater within his bloody chest and took out a knife and her sewing materials. She took out the raison that was once the man’s heart and safely placed it in a jar on her kitchen table with the lid open so it could breathe. Stabbing the knife into her upper torso and cutting a portion out, she took half her heart, and had sewn it into his chest. Finishing what she had started, she’d sewn and closed up the hole in his chest, but left a flap of skin open just in case he’d ever want his old heart back. Gazing into his eyes, she saw them recede into the back of his head and his eyelids began to close. Had she miserably failed? No, impossible. Delicately, she placed a blanket over the naked man so she wouldn’t startle him with touch of her skin. She placed one leg into the bathtub and placed the other carefully on the other side. Sitting now on top of the man’s body, Olive slowly leaned over and pressed her ear up against his newly sewn up chest. Plunk, plunk, plunk, plunk, plunk. A smile raised on her face, because she knew she had saved him. Now it was time to let him rest, yet the girl could not bring herself to leave his side. He was a complete stranger, but to her, he was her lost soul and it was her duty to make sure that he made it out safe and sound.
Days passed, weeks, and the girl still watched the man slumber. Jack’s skin was no longer grey and the stitches in his chest were almost completely healed over. Olive tried to keep herself on task and in her routine, but some days could not help but stare at his rough skin and trace the space between his fingers for hours upon hours. With every moment she felt herself become infatuated with this complete stranger. She could tell that he was an explorer of land and sea from the handheld telescope, the mermaid scales he’d collected, and the salty seawater drenched maps that he’d kept in his satchel. This man could have been a murderer that drank the blood of unicorns, but with every day he spent in her bathtub, she fell deeper and deeper in love with him. It was a year past the day Olive had stumbled upon Jack on the stormy beach. The day was coming to an end and Olive was sweeping the porch when she heard a large THUD come from within the bowels of her home. She rushed inside, raced to the wash room and found the giant explorer no longer in the bathtub, but collapsed on the floor. He raised his head and stared directly into the eyes of the woman who had nursed him back to health. Wobbling to his feet, trying to regain his strength, Jack stood up, introduced himself, and awkwardly but immediately thanked her for her gratitude and kindness she’d shown him the day he suffered. Olive was speechless, she’d waited a year for this man to return to life, and now finally the day had come. Tears instantly flooded her eyes. The explorer looked to his right and found his clothes and the jar with his repaired heart inside. He looked down at the flap the woman left for the returning of his own heart. He opened the flap and stared directly into the face of the half heart the woman had given him. Pumping his blood, and keeping the oxygen flowing in his lungs, this woman who didn’t even known him sacrificed her own heart for his well-being. Curiosity burst through his being and he stumbled outside and dwelled at the night sky. He could tell it was exactly a year from the day he felt his heart beat it’s last pulse, because moon’s alignment was off and some of his favorite stars no longer burned as bright. Jack returned inside and took the woman by her hands and with great sorrow and gratitude, asked her for whatever her heart desired. He would go to the end of the earth and find his way back to repay the woman for the things she had done for him. Olive was too humble for her own good though, she softly blushed and looked the man straight into his eyes and told him the only thing she had wanted him to do.
“All I ask of you great adventurer, is that you forever keep the piece of my heart inside your chest, for it no longer belongs to me and I fear it never will. If you do this for me, I could die right where I stand a happy woman.” Awe struck by such a reversal of terms, Jack stared into Olives face with wonder. She was crying, yet the largest smile was stretched across her face. The moonlight poured in through the bathroom window and onto her soft face. Her eyes glistened as tiny tear droplets emerged from the corners of her eyes. Jack started to realize that the woman in front of him was a marvelous sight. Olive wiped her face with the shoulder of her sleeve, leaned on her tiptoes, and kissed the adventurer right on the cheek.
“I feel you in my heart, and I don’t even know you”, She started, “and since the second I found you on the beach, I knew your heart was longing for something. So I gave you mine so you would no longer have to suffer.”
Jack grabbed Olive by the waste and kissed her straight on her lips long and hard. He was overcome by such a happiness to know that she had ridden him of the aching and pains he had once endured. It was as if lightning had struck him. But as amazing as this moment was, the young man knew that it would not last long. His soul belonged to the wind, and soon enough, he would be out on yet another exploration. Jack begged Olive to come along with him, but she was too small and to kind to witness such gruesome and risky adventures. Cut off an ogre’s head and she would try to sow it back on out of sheer compassion for everything, both good and evil.
A few days passed and they spent them happy and in love, but it was time for the young man to set out once more. As a departing gift, he asked her to keep his old heart because he knew it would be in good hands. They would never forget each other, because they had been a part of one another for some time now. He kept her heart inside his chest and soon both their hearts grew full again.
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