In every generation, there are always some who are destined to make sacrifices for the rest. ......
I believeD that I was to be sacrificed because my understanding of my pain and suffering allowed me to creatively delve into truths that were beneficial to man.
In the sense of human nature, no one can imitate me... I am a person who has become a person through crises, and I can even be said to be an experimental rabbit for the study of existence.
I, I believe, have the courage to doubt everything; I, I believe, have the courage to fight everything; but I do not have the courage to know everything; I do not have the courage to occupy and have everything.
I lived like a Lennyberg pig. My thinking is passion. I can arch the wheat mushroom for others, although I can't taste it myself.
My extravagant hope is that it will be possible to prevent an intellectual from degenerating into a secular instrument.
I must always be vigilant not to let my efforts be tainted by the pursuit of self-pleasure, to pursue lofty ideas and truths, and not to seek temporary worldly benefits from them.
Seeking a fixed occupation in life, obtaining an official appointment that requires little of an individual, is naturally more reliable, but there are more reliable jobs. It's just that it needs to have faith; it needs faith in every moment, in every moment. That's the difference. Most people aspire to a comfortable life regardless of anything else, and because of this, they know very little about God. They have a fixed life and never have to put in the best effort; they live with their wives and enjoy the peace of mind—a happiness that I never disparage—but I believe that my vocation has nothing to do with it.
My work has reached the limits of my faculties, and I have become more and more nervous, and I am solitaryly committed to expressing my thoughts in the clearest, most beautiful, and most precise way, with no regard for anything else. That's why I was seen as crazy and neglected (because I was indifferent to other things). If, like the true great men of today, I had spent one-tenth of my energies on the pursuit of reason, nine-tenths of my energies on the pursuit of fame and fortune, and on whether I would be fully rewarded with money and honor for my insignificant work, then I would also be a great man, a respected and admired figure!!!
All I do is constantly trying to find myself and rely on myself.
In our time, it has become very boring to write books and lectures, and people have written things that they have not really thought about, let alone experienced. So I decided to read only books written by death row inmates, or books written by people who somehow risked their lives.
I hate the pseudo-scholars—how many times at the party I didn't deliberately sit next to some old maid who chewed on family chores and listened to her nagging with the utmost interest?
A little older, I opened my eyes, I saw reality, I looked at it and laughed, and since then I can't stop laughing. I understand that the meaning of life is to ask for a life, the goal of life is to obtain a high position; the most satisfying yearning for love is to marry an heiress, the advantage of friendship is that when you are strapped for money, someone pays the bill for you, wisdom is what most people take for granted, enthusiasm is expressed in speech, courage is to dare to take the risk of ten dollars, kindness lies in being able to say "don't be polite" at the dinner table, and piety lies in going to church once a year. I saw that, and I laughed a lot.
I have only one friend, Echo. Why did Echo become my friend? Because I love my sorrow, Echo never takes it away from me. I have only one close friend: night-like silence. Why is it my close friend? Because it is silent.
Creative activities were needed as a temptation to help me forget the mundane trivialities of life.
I only feel good when I'm writing. I forget all the troubles of life, all the pains of life, I am surrounded by layers of thoughts, and I am extremely happy. If I stopped writing for a few days, I would immediately get sick, helpless, troubled, top-heavy and overwhelmed. It is a powerful and sufficient spur that will not dry up, which has existed day after day, for five or six years, and it will remain as menacing as ever, and one may think that such a spur could not come from the destiny of God.
There may be many writers who are more perceptive and talented than I am, but I would like to see which writer can think keenly and repeat the second capacity of dialectics [the first ability of dialectics is the ability to think of heaps, and secondly the ability to exist.] Kierkegaard used the word to reduplicate to describe the iterative process of the two-way movement of life he envisioned. ]。 It is one thing to express himself in his work as a keen thinker, but it is quite another to repeat his thoughts dialectically in his own existence. The former is a game that does not bet, a game for the sake of the game; the repetition in its own existence is a game that is sharply more interesting because of the big bet. The dialectics in the work only express ideas, and the repetition of ideas in life. It means taking action in life.
I became a writer through great pain in my heart.
Year after year, I continued to be a writer, suffering from the heart for the sake of my ideals.
If I hadn't owned a separate property, I would have been in a good position in the present day. First of all, I was able to avoid spending time writing my tomes, and my behavior was no different from that of ordinary people. So I will be loved, so people read only some trivia of life.
I just want to be scolded by people to be a dog blood squirt, to be a literati and be insulted is in line with his identity, so whenever I finish the work, I want to be scolded, ask to be scolded...
I have the courage to face the ridicule of the world, and to bear it, and in this respect I am probably a poet.
Kierkegor (1813-1855), Danish philosopher and theologian.
This article is excerpted from "What Kierkegor said"