Life
is full of puzzling, unexpected twists and turns. We can live through the same
routine each day and then out of nowhere that routine is suddenly gone. It is
something we all experience, something we are very close to, yet it still
remains a mystery to us. In this tumbling chaos we call life we come across different
people. Some people who seem nothing more than a part of the scenery and others
who change the way you see things. But we rarely think of the way our lives
will change if one of these people is ripped out of the picture with no
forewarning. Sadly our dear Ophelia was ripped out in this way.
To
some Ophelia was just a girl, others saw her as possible wife of Hamlet, a daughter
and a sister. However you saw her when she lived I have no doubt that you see
her through different eyes now. Death tends to do that, to change the way we perceive
a person’s life. But whether you see her now as a heroine or a coward, I hope
you will put that aside to remember her as she was, a woman.
In
her life it would seem that her life was not her own. Her decision to leave
Hamlet was not a decision made from love or lack thereof, but a decision made
from obedience. She always remained obedient and respectful of her father and
brother, even when their requests were intrusive and hypocritical. Her life was
completely in the control of the men in her life and she tried to play her role
even if it meant she had to sacrifice her own heart, feelings, and sanity. She
was just a girl with a kind heart born in a dark cruel world.
Even
before she was completely dead, Ophelia had left our world for a hopefully more
beautiful, easy fantasy. After Hamlet murdered her father, Ophelia was driven
into madness. But I saw her no less beautiful because of her tragic escape from
rational thought. All she ever wanted was to be loved, and so she found a place
in her mind where she is wanted and where it is filled with flowers and beauty.
Though some may paint the memory black because of the event that followed it,
my fondest memory of Ophelia is of her picking flowers and singing joyfully
before she sank into the river. I think she was finally at peace, able to rid
herself of thoughts of her father’s death or hamlet no longer coming to her and
fully escape into her beautiful fantasy.
Ophelia
only wanted to gain love and respect, things that should we granted but rarely
are to people such as her. She was not a hero nor a villain, she was Ophelia, a
woman who wished for the things we all wish for. And her unfortunate demise is
one of those great twists and turns of life.