Personal Narrative Analysis

Beginning junior year, I occupied myself with the most constructive investment in my life. My daily routine was bland, but oddly hailed as the ultimate path to victory. I was learning in school, but the learning lacked meaning. Plot lines and mathematical formulas were unavailing ideas, which I tepidly regurgitated. I concluded that a life permeated with monotonous toil was not worth celebrating on my day of judgment. I was baffled by the amount of minds remaining idle and not questioning the value of their inveterate actions. Even though humans strived to achieve an utmost state of happiness, it is being performed in a banal manner. A happy life appeared as an illusory shattered mirror of reality to my peers. The people of my community were capable of living a grandeur life. Instead, these competent minds were asphyxiated by the enslaving and voluptuously dressed malfeasance. I've witnessed my companions being seized as loyal subjects to King Vice and his henchmen: savagery, weaponry, and dope. My future was taunted by this wrecking lifestyle. Petrified, I alienated myself from my friends and eschewed from any behaviors which might lead to an abyss. …show more content…
I was perplexed by this enigma. Why does my community seem similar to the rest of the world in chemical composition, in anatomy, in passion, but still strived to walk along the golden path? I searched for the answer by analyzing the lives of those who, in words that my friends lived by ironically, "made a dollar outta fifteen cents". Unfortunately, my greatest idol at the time, Andre Young, only seemed to glamorize the debased lifestyle. A burgeoning inclination of ardor encouraged me to not only to change the perception of South Central LA's morals, but also to advance the norms of our everyday