Hamlet is a Complex Character: jeeze looeeze

When you peel the layers of Hamlet’s character, you find flashes of genius intertwined with indifference, madness, and ruinous rashness. His advice to the players is dead on. His observation where he comments give me that man that is not passions slave and I will wear him in my heart’s core gives us wonderful insight into the wonders of temperance versus the destructiveness of haste. He sheds light on the fact that we as humans are led by our passions which very often lead us down dangerous paths. Hamlet asserts that there’s a divinity that shapes our ends; rough-hew them how we will. So God abets our destiny, us having an equal share of power, and we mortals oft act careless with monumental decisions. That statement can make us feel quite powerless and ultimately indifferent to our lives. Hamlet feels crippled by the lack of influence that he feels he has on his own existence. He loses all his mirth and refers to Denmark as a prison. Kind of like individuals that loathe living wherewith they abide, but are too comfortable and indifferent to make a change. Such a soul is Hamlet. He simply feels he cannot leave. Even when he escapes execution on his way to England he chooses to come back to his prison. His mind is filled with passion for revenge. The revenge of his father. He is in love with the idea of killing the murderous King Claudius but not actually doing it. He even makes an excuse when he had the perfect opportunity, as when Claudius was on his knees praying. If he truly wanted to do it, he would of done it right then and there. Any possibility of not doing it [for any reason] would have been light years from his thoughts. Hamlet was not resolute. Remember when Hamlet says thy commandment all alone shall live within the book and volume of my brain unmix’d with baser matter. That’s impossible because as we all find out conscience does make cowards of us all. Hamlet can’t prove to anyone that Claudius killed his father. But Hamlet vexes the King’s conscience to such a boil that the King feels like he has no choice but to kill Hamlet off himself. Now Hamlet has a truly just reason to kill the King (regardless if the ghost told him or if it had been witnessed by ten-thousand).  But, even when he gets back from being held captive at sea, he still delays. It’s not till Hamlet realizes that he’s going to die from the poisoned foil, and that it’s now or never, then he does what we thought he could never do. Hamlet’s madness was merely him releasing nervous energy from being privy to the truth of his father’s murder. He couldn’t act normal knowing what he knew. It weighed on his mind to the point of paralyzation. He often over thought things or didn’t not think at all but rarely a happy medium.


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