Betrayal comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes. The word itself produces countless scenarios imaginable. Yet the worst of its kind, according to my own opinion, is the betrayal of a friend you once held dearest among all.
The Tragedy of Julius Caesar proves itself the most tragic of all the tragedies Shakespeare has ever written not only because it is based on actual historical events but also because it is a reality continuously experienced by people today as well. Although so far, I have not yet experienced such treachery, as an outsider I am already undergoing so much pain. How difficult must the actual victims must feel?
If you are clueless as to what I am saying, The Shakespearian play aforementioned focuses on a successful man betrayed by his friend in order to “fulfill” his duty as a citizen of his country. The successful man, of course, is Julius Caesar and his friend is Marcus Brutus.
This is an extremely vague summary of the event as it is against my values to ruin the reading experience of the reader. Any summary is a waste of the entirety of the play/event as I believe it lessens the impact of the purpose of the play itself.
Anyway, Julius Caesar and Marcus Brutus used to be just names I recognized yet knew not much about. After having the privilege of learning about the history of Ancient Rome and reading the play written by Shakespeare based on it, I developed a deeper understanding of the identities of these two remarkable people.
Although I am certain that Julius Caesar is not as noble and pure hearted as he portrayed himself to be, I believe that no man deserves the kind of betrayal he experienced. What pains me most is the fact that Brutus masked his dirty deed by justifying it with honor when in fact, all he did was murder a friend who trusted him with his own life. The thing is, he chose to assassinate Julius Caesar when he could have at least openly rebuked him first.
Why did he have to form a conspiracy against someone who has not even committed what he is being accused of yet?
Whether Julius Caesar’s last words really were, “et tu, Brute?” or not, the intensity of what Brutus did remains the same. I can only imagine how much pain Caesar must have gone through as he was stabbed mercilessly by the man whom he could have stabbed millions for.
Friends: only very few of them are true if you are lucky. Most times, none of them would stand by your side to back you up as you would do for them. A true friend, though, openly rebukes you of your flaws and shortcomings while one who laughs with you will laugh at your flaws and shortcomings instead.
I’d like to end with the two most important things I learned from this tragedy, 1) it is far better to face a world that points a gun in your face without hesitation than a crowd full of smiles and sympathy with daggers underneath their petticoats and, 2) the only friend you truly have in this world is Him Who sits on the Throne, for even one can betray him/herself whether he/she intended to or not.