Hamlet touched the lives of so many, not because of his royalty but because he had an interest in the lives and well-being of others.
He did not care if you were a noble or common folk, he treated everyone equally; with respect and with fairness. He would lend a shoulder if you needed one and it is this trait that made him a prince of the people. Hamlet touched my life... I remember the days when we studied together and I have got to say we spent a lot of time fervently studying for assessments and what not before an exam, but he was always there to help me. There were times when we would settle things with a sword fight. The winner would choose what we do next. I reminisce the days we argued about the little things, how we would use swords to settle an argument as we disagreed about the others chosen activities. I won’t say who won the most, but I will say that I shed a great number of tears. Defeating Hamlet was something to be proud of; he was a really tough opponent and could have possibly been the best swordsman I have ever
known.
Hamlet loved his family. Hamlet’s loyalty for the people he loved was never clearer than the love and duty he showed for his father. The burden he carried took a toll on him as his struggle with inner demons that obviously changed his personality. Despite his own objections to the late Queen Gertrude’s actions following king Hamlets death, he tried his best to respect his father’s memories and wishes by showing courtesy towards her. Hamlet always spoke of how proud he was of his father, respected him because King Hamlet was the greatest military leader of our time, he was the one who led Denmark’s forces to victory against Norway, and personally defeated its King in hand-to hand combat, his mere presence in the battlefield inspired countless men to face their death and be content.
I remember the first time I met Hamlet; it was a hot, burning summer day and I was scurrying through the grand halls of Wittenberg University to get to my next class, when I saw him in a fencing duel, there was a whole crowd of people watching him. Watching the way he fought, the way he moved, was spectacular, that event was embedded in mind for a long time, and will probably be there forever. I also remember when Hamlet told me he met a girl who stole his heart. Ophelia was the one that made Hamlet, a man of tranquillity and kindness. She was the love of his life and Claudius clouded the truth until Ophelia fell victim to his evil plots. It was always just me and Hamlet until he found Ophelia. The first time I met Ophelia, I did not know how to react, but it turns out she was a really nice person and it ended with us being excellent friends too. He bestowed only love and compassion for the time they were together. When Ophelia’s tragic accident happened I felt sorrow for poor Hamlet, but I could do nothing to help him.
We should remember Hamlet as the royal prince of Denmark as well as a friend to all those he met. We should remember the devotion he had to his beliefs, values and to the ones he loved. Like the sharp edge of a sword our memories also dull, but we will always remember you, our loyal prince.