Personal Narrative: The Man In The Maze

To play a role given to us, isn’t fun once we learn of it, however, breaking away pushes us further into the journey. The Hero's Journey, a repetitive process that seems to be in the basic natural structure of every human, and despite any efforts are often replicating it ourselves. Following the journey is simple and sometimes unavoidable. The whole journey is mapped out by Christopher Vogler's The Writer's Journey. Then seen in Dracula, Bedazzled, and Noah. Also, in a easier way Howl's Moving Castle and The Game.

Joseph Campbell has a theory called The Hero’s Journey in where an individual is shown in a mundane world, called to an adventure, and goes on the adventure. In the adventure, the individual goes on the path of trials that consisting of making new friends, new mentors, new enemies, facing new challenges, gaining new skills, and new knowledge. When the individual comes back to their mundane world, they are the master of two worlds through their new experiences they've gained in the adventure. The Hero’s Journey has been repeated in literature and films through many years: two examples that have The Hero’s Journey are the films, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief.

Change is inevitable. Whether it be positive or negative, change is constantly happening. More than often change can take you from the known world and spit you into the unknown, where you return a changed person. While embarking on the journeys provoked by change, you are on a hero’s journeys. The hero’s journey was popularized by Joseph Campbell. When describing what prompts hero’s journeys, Joseph Campbell said,

We all have that one experience that we will never forget; stealing a chocolate bar, losing a pet, or watching a family member pass away. These experiences will either put negative or positive changes in our way of life. This is shown in the excerpt from “Rock & Roll JIhad” by Salman Ahmad, when he attends his very first concert. Also in the short story “A Matter of balance” By W.D. Valgardson, when Harold is faced with the choice of saving some bikers or leaving them to parish.

Joseph Campbell is a leading mythology expert and philosopher who studied all myths from around the world and found the “Hero’s Journey,” a pattern or algorithm that appears in common in myth, religious ritual, and storytelling. The Hero’s Journey has three elements, separation, initiation and return. If I think about myself, coming to Hawaii by myself was a separation from my comfortable zone where I was surrounded by my supportive family. First time when I came here, I could not say anything and became quiet because I thought people would think I was a stupid and not understand me. I was afraid of how people think about my language skills. However, I tried to speak from myself, asked people to collect my mistakes, accepted what I cannot do

The stone was cold and I could feel the pain swelling up inside. I took a step towards the edge, I thought to myself, “One more step and the worries would end…” if only it was that easy.

Sea gulls bickered on the warm, morning breeze over head. The waves lulled the vessel boat to-and-fro as it skimmed through Blackwater Bay. The water sparkled like sapphires, clear and bright under the sun. From the bow of the boat, Alayna peered out towards the Narrow Sea. Beyond the bay, adventure called her like a siren song. She longed to explore the lands beyond Westeros. However, this voyage wouldn’t ferry her towards that dream. She’d continue to dream of that journey. The schooner wouldn’t be sailing beyond the bay.

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

I was so excited! I could not stay still in line. It was finally our turn to go we started in this small corn maze. People with scary costumes popped out of the corn and try to scare us. There costumes were so cool they had zombies with bloody all over them. After we got out of the little corn maze we wint into this house. WOW! It was really dark in there and fogy. It look super cool and scary with all the spider webs and spiders. We had to walk through the house to get to the tractor. So we walked, people were popping out from right to left. We finally got out of that dark and foggy house.

“And there’s no way out?” I spoke after Newt explained that we were trapped in the glade, and inside those giant walls there was a maze; there was a creature called Griever—at least that’s what they called it, but no one had ever seen one and lived to tell about it because no one has ever survived a night in the maze.

Take a deep breath, I told myself looking in the visor mirror, just breathe. I looked to my right and droplets of water covered the passenger side window of my fathers Jeep. Two of the droplets had streamed down the window and I admired the beauty of their disarrayed paths. I compared the droplets to the bittersweet chaos that has consumed my life. Their paths had no direct course and jerked left to right slowly and then in a rush as if there were a magnet below them.

I woke up in a cold sweat. My brother at my side still shaking me yelling “Emily we are going to be late!” I gave him an evil eye and rolled out of bed. I got dressed and ready and got on the bus. My best friend was there reading, like always. “Hey Wendy, what are you reading this time?” I said as I sat down “The Starving Maze” She said proudly. Like most fangirls, she has a crush on a make believe character that is played by someone that lives in Europe, or California, or Canada. In the book she has a crush on ‘Went’ which is short for ‘Wenton’. Anyway, she wishes she could meet this person and marry him. Remember that he is fake, I hope. At school everyone was looking sad, with no joy at all, even though it was the last day of school. I was

As a new student at Westview, I was sort of thrown into senior inquiry. In fact, I did not even originally sign up for it. About a week before school started I received a call from my counselor, asking if I wanted to take senior inquiry instead of the writing 121 class I previously forecasted for. She promised me that senior inquiry was worth it and was most students favorite class. So being admittedly naive, I said yes and signed up. My expectations were high but vague.

The maze's next divide branches out four different ways, each one seems identical: dark, creepy, and most likely holding a device or obstacle that will try to destroy me. My optic sensors pick up a strange rift in one of the corridors to my right. That could mean two things, A: I have a glitch in my optics caused by the lacerations I've gotten from this place which is causing malfunctions in my system, creating the strange illusion of an opening in the floor; or B: There's a hole in the ground. I'm leaning towards the latter. Cautiously, I wander into the corridor, sliding my feet forward to make sure I don't fall to my demise. The ground seemingly disappears under my toes and I stop, kneeling down to keep my balance. My eyes strain to see

When I sprinted to our queen , sweat droplets poured down my face like the Niagra falls. Every step I took was like being shot with a bullet each time. Dirt and grime covered my body with huge swollen, bloody bruises burning my body. Although pure exhaustion and desperation took a toll over me, I could not give up or our entire civilization will be destroyed in a few hours. A dark soft blanket floated on top of the quiet underground tunnel so no illumination can be affected where our base is hidden . In this tunnel was where billions of the buggers roamed lined up single file carrying out duties to fulfill the queen’s commands. In the center of the tunnel lies a huge throne made of rocks and sediments carved into a throne for the queen to rest and order her