Examples Of Hope In Hamlet

Hope. The very belief that things will improve, or change will come. Hope is that feeling that washes over you when the beauty of the world is more clear than ever. Standing across from Hope stands the emotion that clouds the mind and leads us to seclusion. Depression. The very feeling of countless disparities piled upon one another till the mind is shrouded in its own darkness. In any robust lifestyle, healthy relationships are a key to that, one of the most important being that of a mother and child. A relationship that has made a turn for the worse can be damaging to both counterparts, something of which Hamlet and I share. Just as the man in the painting stands alone, so do Hamlet and I.

The wanderer, a man alone above a sea of unknown

Just below a thick fog playing as a metaphor for the unknown and the challenges and beauty that lay in its depths. Hamlet is a prince abandoned by his mother, a father passed, and a new king on the throne as he returns to a place that was once home. With Hamlet’s grieving he becomes lost in an abyss of emotions leading to his depression. Entrenched in his sadness his connection with his mom becomes lessened by their turmoil in the first act when Hamlet appears before her and Claudius, she speaks to him “cast thy nighted colour off and let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark”(1.2.68). Insulting grief stricken Hamlet only further leads to the disconnect between mother and son. The wanderer bares a sword, ready for combat and to fight whatever lies beyond the thick fog. Just as Hamlet plays the fool, ready to do what is needed to protect himself in his home of mysteries. Both

To a monstrous man. He was abusive and bitter, severing the connection my mother and I shared. Much like Hamlet’s mother during her time of remarriage it was a time of hardship and confusion, like looking into a dense fog. Not knowing up from down I became entrenched in madness and depression playing a fool to all who would hear my words. Seeming mad got my voice heard but they believed I had lost myself as I got older. The fool: an unexpected, changing, fluid character. Feared and loved, happy and sad, the bittersweet truth was that Hamlet and I acted in such a way as to hide our true raw emotion. More so to be noticed though not always in a positive outcome. Being abused, abandoned and left behind. I felt alone isolated even from my peers and mother as though she wasn’t even my mother but someone new all together. Alone with thoughts, alone with time, alone with torment. I thought I could trust her to listen to my cries for help, “but [she broke], my heart, [and] I must hold my tongue.” With the burdensome feeling of depression growing in me everyday I got lost in my own madness seeing only the person I created, this fool. The wanderer standing alone as though lost not only in thought but in himself. The abuse that came daily, verbal and physical only led further into the twisting staircases of depression. Eventually everything was dark almost like the sun never was a thing and the stars where that of a myth. With time the