Kierkegaard & the Triumphant Failure

“In his failure the believer finds his triumph.”

– Søren Kierkegaard

It’s funny to be the master of failure and at the same live in the country where Kierkegaard wrote those words many years ago. It seems that the only thing, which has a chance to nourish in Denmark is failure.
It’s not so difficult for me to imagine in what conditions he wrote those words; I feel them through my very flesh every day, every hour, every second. Maybe Albert Camus has described this dilemma most sufficiently when he writes about Kierkegaard:

“Between the irrational of the world and the insurgent nostalgia of the absurd, he does not maintain the equilibrium. He does not respect the relationship that constitutes properly speaking the feeling of absurdity. Sure of being unable to escape the irrational, he wants at least to save himself from that desperate nostalgia that seems to him sterile and devoid of implication. But if he may be right on this point in his judgment, he could not be in his negation. If he substitutes for his cry of revolt a frantic adherence, at once he is led to blind himself to the absurd which hitherto enlightened him and to deify the only certainty he henceforth possesses, the irrational.” [A. Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus]

It damn sure sounds like where I am.