Quote by Soren Kierkegaard

Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be experienced.


Life is not a problem to be solved, but a reality to be expe

Summary

This quote suggests that rather than treating life as an equation to be solved or a puzzle to be deciphered, it should be approached as a journey to be lived and embraced. It emphasizes the importance of experiencing and seeking meaning in the various aspects of life, rather than constantly searching for answers or fixes. The quote encourages individuals to focus on fully engaging with and immersing themselves in the richness and complexities of life itself, rather than solely fixating on finding solutions to its challenges.

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Life
By Soren Kierkegaard
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