My Christmas Carol (a tribute to Charles Dickens)
The past has passed, but still within me. It resides in my memories and everything else in me. I am a result of my past actions and experiences. I've made many great friends over the years. I think about them more than they probably think I do. Even if I haven't talked to them in years, I still cherish my past experiences; they've helped me grow.
I'm not who I used to be, I'm a more developed version of me. I used to be really shy. I used to be more introverted. I used to be socially awkward. Now I'm a a better version of me than I've ever been thanks to all of my friends, family, classmates, co-workers, colleagues, and acquaintances who've blessed me in one way or another. If you know me, take comfort in knowing that I'm thankful to have you in my life.
I know I'm not "perfect." My past has a good amount of pain, heartache, and dark clouds. There were many times I should've tried harder, said something I should've, or moments I let slip by. I've tried my hardest to atone my mistakes. I've learned to take painful experiences as powerful lessons for personal growth. I can truthfully look back on my life and say that I've had a good life.
Now in the present I try to be the best version of me possible. With each passing day, I live in an effort to balance the lessons I've gained in the past and my hopes for the future. I try to be an exemplary role model for my family and anyone who might look up to me. Every day I try to make as little mistakes as possible. Tonight I can honestly say that I'm truly happy. I have a great family. My friends are the best. My career is exactly what I want it to be for now. I'm satisfied with where my life is and where it's going.
For the future, my heart is full of hope and faith. I believe that my better days are ahead. I have faith that all my efforts to do good in this world isn't in vain; that something profound will erupt and surprise me. I believe that the world is a kinder and more loving place than I've dared myself to imagine.