Is it sad that my head began hurting excruciatingly when I was trying to brainstorm for this entry? I am either out of creativity juice or I am simply not used to working for so long continuously. It is a mystery that, in a time period where Advil does not exist, Hamlet manages to think non-stop without getting exhausted. Oh, cross that—he does go mad after all. But it pains me to say that I am now out of things to say about another deep thinker. Congratulations to T.S. Eliot for making me hate thinkers whole-heartedly.
What did Hamlet exactly benefit from pondering too hard? He did manage to prove Claudius’ guilt with the play—that really was a smart move—but what else did he really do? Absolutely nothing. The play could have been much shorter, make our lives much easier, and maybe there may have been less deaths too. If he is an heir to the throne, then he should act like one and be able to accept all consequences courageously. I am beginning to wonder if these are all King Hamlet’s fault, since he is the cause of Hamlet’s “madness”.
Hamlet would also have been a guy who enjoys and appreciate life a little more if he was not so hesitant all the time. If this is the type of procrastination T.S. Eliot was talking about, I will have to take everything back I said from the first post.
By the way, do you notice how each entry is getting shorter and shorter?