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. The moment where he confides in his close friend Horatio, give me that man that is not passions slave and I will wear him in my heart’s core, ay, in my heart of heart, as I do thee gives us wonderful insight into the virtues of friendship and temperance. He sheds light on how we as humans are led by our passions which very often lead us down dangerous paths. Hamlet asserts, there’s a divinity that shapes our ends; rough-hew them how we will. God guiding our destiny, with us having an equal share of power, and us mortals oft acting carelessly with monumental decisions. This carelessness we [often unconsciously] perform can often make us feel powerless and indifferent to our own existence. Hamlet feels crippled by the lack of influence & control he has on his own life. He loses all his mirth and refers to Denmark as a prison; akin to loathing, as opposed to embracing the vicissitudes of life, he is much too complacent to change. Such a tragically stubborn soul is Hamlet. His mind is infatuated with revenge; revenge for his father’s murder. He is in love with the idea of killing King Claudius, but not actually killing him. He makes excuses at every turn; even when having the perfect opportunity; e.g. Claudius on his knees praying. Hamlet was not resolute. Hamlet promises to the Ghost, “thy commandment all alone shall live within the book and volume of my brain unmix’d with baser matter,” yet this conflicts with his very own paradigm that, “conscience doth make cowards of us all.”

Hamlet can’t prove to anyone that Claudius killed his father, yet Hamlet still vexes the King’s conscience to such a fever-pitch that the King feels like he has no choice but to kill Hamlet off by his own devices. But, even when he gets back from being held captive at sea, he still delays; and delays; and then delays some more…

It’s not till Hamlet realizes that he’s going to die from the poisoned foil, and that it’s now or never that he then does what we all thought he could never do; act. Hamlet’s madness was fueled by nervous energy incited as a byproduct of being privy to the real truth of his father’s murder. He couldn’t act normally knowing what he knew. It weighed on his mind to the point of paralyzation. He over-thought or didn’t think at all but rarely a happy medium.

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