The nightingale and the red rose

There is two kinds of richness in the world:

Money richness
And
Emotional richness

Have you read the story about the nightingale and the rose? If the answer is no then read it and come back. There's really no point reading this if you haven't and it's so beautiful that everyone in the world should read it.

http://www.online-literature.com/poe/178/ check it out at this link.

Purity. Love. Kindness. Giving for nothing.
This is a kind of richness that sits in the soul

Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.
- Emily Dickenson

The nightingale that gave everything for nothing. Has the purist heart. That ever there was. It had the fullest soul and the richest breast. It made the most beautiful rose and sent ecstasy across the land for a moment. It is everything. And it is nothing. In this world.
The giving of his life. Was the ultimate strength. That the young artist did not have.

You are not alone. In your suffering. There are others who love like this. With a pure heart. And whilst we can’t expect it from the general population there are nightingales out there. But they are rare. And they give themselves and are all too willing to break themselves for the good of another, even when that giving falls on deaf ears, on undeserving hearts, on a party who can not understand the song. Some nightingales need help to become unbroken. So they can freely give their love again. Although they have died inside. Can they be reborn?
This is what I’m trying to find out. What happens when another nightingale comes along? What happens once death comes upon them. When they then need to draw on the strength to give everything once again. When their innocence of the world and love is gone. When reality has reigned down on them of the impracticality of love and the pain it causes?
OMG is this where Florence nightingale comes from? Hah. Just clicked.
Do we push our hearts against the thorn again?
Deep down we know we will do it every time. Time after time. No matter the pain, no matter the sorrow, not matter the outcome. For love, is the most beautiful thing of all.

So,

We do belong to an exclusive club, except the kind anyone can join because everyone in it is so blissfully blind to h*te. So I guess it ends up not being that exclusive in one sense, but in another only the purest can belong. But what I’d like to leave you with, and leave myself with is:

“We might be poor in society’s eyes, but we are rich in our soul”

And richness in the soul goes beyond all barriers. Goes through every door. Reaches every corner of the earth and makes the world stop for a second, before it starts again. And as we press our hearts against the thorn, and as we die, the earth is pure. We have given everything, for nothing in return.

- E.Gill 06/04/2010 “Vulnerability is strength”