I just finished reading Jean-Paul Sartre’s Existentialism is a Humanism, and it kind of broke my brain. The idea that “existence precedes essence” or, that humans are not born with a predetermined nature but define themselves through actions, feels both liberating and terrifying.
At its core, existentialism asks what it means to be free in a world without inherent meaning. Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir, and Albert Camus all grappled with this. If there is no God, no cosmic plan, then we are radically responsible for what we do. No excuses. No blaming fate. That freedom is both a burden and a gift.
But existentialism is really about authenticity. Sartre’s idea of “bad faith” (self-deception) warns us against outsourcing our moral decisions to social norms, religion, or tradition. Beauvoir applied this to gender: women must transcend their roles, not just inhabit them passively.
Camus added a twist: even if life is absurd (think Sisyphus), we can still find meaning through rebellion and solidarity. His image of Sisyphus smiling, even as he rolls the boulder, has stayed with me.
When you think about it, Existentialism has influenced everything from therapy (logotherapy) to literature to civil rights movements. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X both used existential themes (think freedom, authenticity, & moral choice) to speak to Black liberation.
In our age of algorithmic nudging, cultural polarization, and inherited ideologies, existentialism remains radically relevant. It reminds us: we are free, but not free from the responsibility of that freedom.
I often return to one of Sartre’s lesser-known quotes: “Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.” In a world full of external pressures, remembering that may be the most liberating thought of all.