Søren Kierkegaard, the creator of the philosophical journal

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Søren Kierkegaard (5 May 1813 – 11 November 1855) was a Danish philosopher, theologian, poet, social critic and religious author who is widely considered to be the first existentialist philosopher. Much of his philosophical work deals with the issues of how one lives as a “single individual”, giving priority to concrete human reality over abstract thinking and highlighting the importance of personal choice and commitment.

Kierkegaard invented philosophical journals. He wrote over 7,000 pages in his journals on events, musings, thoughts about his works and everyday remarks. Careful not to reveal too much, Kierkegaard wrote aphorisms in literary style which led to many interpretations of his writings. At that time, the philosopher figure was Hegel.

Hegel followed a big tradition of philosophical writing that can be summed as a long demonstration or thesis in an impersonal objective style. He was considered as the philosopher of the system and his writings are a fusion of abstract thinking and concepts. Being monumental himself, Hegel was the power image of the philosopher who inspired countless philosophy students and readers. So Kierkegaard stood as the anti-Hegel, anti-system philosopher which made him the father of existentialism.

 Knowing that his journals would have a big influence on people, In December 1849, he wrote:

 “Were I to die now the effect of my life would be exceptional; much of what I have simply jotted down carelessly in the Journals would become of great importance and have a great effect; for then people would have grown reconciled to me and would be able to grant me what was, and is, my right.”

The sky is my mirror

cloudy sky
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It is cloudy today
Heavy clouds full of rain
The sky looks like me today
Sometimes covered, sometimes uncovered
Shy sunlight in the groovy blues

Shall I dance for this matching?
No big, no small, only a coincidence 
That the sky looks like me today
Or is it a self-projection? 

Thinking is blurry, like the sky
Repetition kills the mind
Eye folded spirits on survival mode 
Waiting for another unknown 
Waiting for the misfit rain 
Feels chilly warm 

A wintery spring day in the pausing world
Life goes on in silence 
In the groovy sky looking like me

A lion in a cage

smoking
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Smoking is fading away
And all i can think of is smoking
Emotions on a roller coaster
From agitation to numbness
The smell of coffee sends madness to my soul

Smoking is fading away
For the lion in a cage
Taken into captivity by the invisible
Is the devil always invisible?
Life is lighter with the devil
Suddenly time is stretching out
Energy turned to a furious ocean

Thoughts are running in my head
Into one direction
Even a poison can be sweet 

The lion in a cage is dreaming
Of colorful smokes going up my head
Innocent souls can never understand
How to be possessed by the devil




 

 

 

The paradox

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Where do we go from here
When the mind is not clear
The night is long
But the sun is shining bright
The storm is within
And birds are singing
Darkness isn't that dark

Where do we go from here
When streets are empty
Faceless people behind windows
Staring at the sky
Feeling the heat of the sun
Waking up their souls
Motionless bodies

Where do we go from here
When streets have no name
When death has no face
When spring feels like winter

Tomorrow is another today
Humming the same song
Playing the same games
Doing the same things
Repetition makes absurdity

Outside the sun shines
Inside the heart is cries
Scream into the scary silence
Run into the wilderness of your dreams 
Maybe foolishness is what we need