A Hero's Journey

What images come to mind as you reflect on your childhood? Playgrounds, blackboards, and soccer balls may be among the warmest of memories. Yet for many mermaids swim their thoughts, princesses get swept of their feet, and lions roar to their loyal place in the animal kingdom. There is no doubt that today’s entertainment has most of its touch using classical influences. Walt Disney has produced animated films that have captured the heart and imagination of audiences of all ages around the world through the magic of storytelling and imagery. Many of us appreciate the imagination and magic that Disney puts into its animations with out knowing they are based off of classical and traditional storylines

There are many steps of “The Hero’s Journey”. The first step of The Hero’s Journey is the ‘Ordinary World’. The ‘Ordinary World’ allow us to get to know the Hero and identify with him before the Journey begins. This step refers to the hero 's normal life at the start of the story.

Could you ever imagine sending your child on a field trip knowing that end purpose was for them to die? GOD sent his only son, Jesus Christ, to earth ultimately for this trip. Desire coming from the flesh of a woman, Jesus Christ is GOD's son. Jesus walked the earth to teach us about his father and how he wished for us to live, so that our souls would be clean in order to reach the pearly gates of heaven.

My life has always been a series of transitional phases that was as every-changing as the seasons themselves. The words of my literary heroes were my utmost comfort; they inspired my confidence and my character, and moved me to be a more visceral, understanding person. I believe that during my time I have been wizened, and connected to the roots of all humanity; in my imagination I see it as the growth of a sampling into the dampness of the earth and the jaded formation of rough bark. Ralph Waldo Emerson, whose transcendental views have inspired me, was once quoted as saying, “Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.” I believe that is true, and with every choice I’m reminded of that hopeful and assertive message.

Journey is the pathway to growing up. It is the feeling when you look up in the car after being on the road for a few hours and discover you are back home, the place you’ve been longing to get back to all week. It’s the realization that this time next year you will be halfway done with highschool. It’s all of those feelings wrapped up in one.

Everyone has their own adventure(s) in life and so everyone obviously has their own definition of what a Hero's Journey is. All journeys, however, include a majority of the same stages; from slaying dragons, both literally and figuratively, following one's bliss and going into the belly of the beast. Before we go any further, let me explain what the Hero's Journey even is. The Hero's Journey is a series of events that Joseph Campbell studied and first identified as a journey that all people go though. The pattern of the events appears in not only works from all ends of the literary spectrum including drama and myths, but is also linked to psychological development and self-growth. This journey applies to fictional characters, of course,

Let me tell you a short story about this boy. It was 9 o'clock in the afternoon when his parent asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, he said with enthusiasm "I want to be a doctor", not knowing what it is. After that we just went about our days. Ten years later, he's a senior in junior high school getting ready to embark on the road where many have failed. He did what he had to do so that he can graduate. Graduation day was here and pretty quickly. His parents said to him, "no more fun and games, you are going to enter high school. All I want from you is to pass your class of high grades , graduate and go on to college to pursue your career to become a doctor." This kid heard a lot of things when it comes to becoming a doctor and

“Small town big heart,” they say locked away behind their cold immaculate castle gates that rest on the remains of the previous farmland and plains. The collective heart beats but only at a convenient time suiting parties involved. “A place where everyone matters,” they utter as their motto in indistinguishable monotone voices. The people are too wrapped up in their everyday lives to ever be concerned about their neighbor, they look through life with gilded glasses. It’s as if a fog had descended slowly creeping into their view distorting what they once held most dear.

Tom opened his eyes the sunlight creeping through the cracks of his small cabin. He lives in the potato fields of Idaho surrounded by woods and a pond next door.It was blazing hot the sun scorching everything beneath it. He went out to the fields looking for some potatoes which is all he would ever eat. He would occasionally go fishing or hunting, Using what his parents left him to cook meals and catch wildlife . He is lonely the only company he has was his horse. He was twelve years old and living on his own. His family had left him to find money when he was five promising they would be back in a year .Every morning when he wakes he says to himself this is the day, and goes out and looks at the horizon waiting for them to show. Its has been

On a cold, breezy fall day Kayla, Connor, and I went for a long tiring hike. The trails seemed never ending and you could not see the top of the hills.

Tom woke up when he heard the CLAMORING of the sailors outside his room on the ship. He hobbled over to the door, and when he opened it, he groaned at the scene before him. A crowd of rambunctious men circled around two individuals who appeared to be arm-wrestling. Each of them CHANTED loudly for their favorite wrestler to win. He jumped when he heard someone say, "Morning!" behind him.

How does one become a hero? The process of becoming a hero involves several steps such as, initiation, when the hero overcome a feat, crossing the threshold, the hero proving himself worthy of the quest. Road of trials is an excellent time for a hero to prove himself or herself, they have to survive through different landscapes. You can see this through the comparison of Star Wars The Last Jedi and The Hobbit.

I was born on a cool and windy summer morning under the waters of Mountain Lake.

Waking up to the smell of strawberry jam and toast coming from the kitchen, Dan looks over at his clock to see that it is 7:30. Forcing himself up, he throws on a set of clothes and tiptoed down the stairs to be sure not to wake up Lisa. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, Dan sees both his parents, father at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, and mother at the counter spreading the jam on the mountain of toast beside her. The quiet morning is comfortable and pleasant.

Almost with a bit of irritation in her voice, she lets him know he is free to sit with her on his side of the chair, as if he thought things were going to be different than they were the day before. He gladly hops up onto the chair and nestles in next to her, back leaning into the seat and all four paws dangling in front of him. At last, he is comfortably seated next to his friend with the fresh smell of toasted muffin only inches away from his twitching nose. He knows that if he waits patiently, soon enough he will get his bite. He watches her chew each bite with extreme caution while she maintains a direct line of sight with the current sentence she is reading. He glances out the front window from his lookout spot, searching for any unwelcome guests that may be lurking in or near the front yard. She nibbles off one last bite before giving him the last small piece of crunchy crust and without delay, he gently snatches it from her hand and swallows. After reading another section out of the newspaper, she pulls herself out of her chair and proceeds to the kitchen. He follows her to what seems to be his favorite room in the house. On occasion he gets lucky and finds himself a crumb or two from some not so careful cooking. It doesn’t take him long to figure out what time it is and he bolts into his large carrying crate without a word being said. She’s out of sight from him but he hears the