The anguish of choice

Jean-Paul Sartre stood before a packed auditorium in Paris on October 29, 1945, just months after World War II ended in Europe, and announced a revolutionary idea: existence precedes essence. The philosopher, who had lived through the Nazi occupation of France and witnessed the moral collapse of his society, delivered a lecture titled "Existentialism Is a Humanism" that would reshape how millions understood freedom, responsibility, and the meaning of human life. In those devastated post-war years, when people were desperate to understand how such horrors could happen and what they should do next, Sartre offered something both terrifying and liberating: the insistence that humans are entirely free to create their own meaning, and that this freedom comes with absolute responsibility.
Sartre's argument challenged centuries of Western philosophy. Traditional thinkers had believed that human nature came first, like a blueprint, that we are born with a fixed essence or purpose that determines who we should become. But Sartre inverted this. He claimed that for humans, existence comes first; we are "thrown" into the world without predetermined purpose, and only through our choices and actions do we create our essence, our meaning, our very selves. A hammer is made for hammering, but a human is made for nothing in particular. This sounds liberating at first: you are free to become whoever you choose. But it carries an anguishing weight. You cannot blame God, nature, society, or even your parents for who you become. You are responsible for your choices. You alone must create meaning in an indifferent universe.
This message struck a profound nerve in 1945. Europe lay in ruins. Millions had died. Entire populations faced the question of how to rebuild not just buildings, but civilization and morality itself. People asked painful questions: Why did ordinary citizens collaborate with the Nazis? How could educated, cultured people commit atrocities? Sartre's philosophy suggested a disturbing answer: because they abdicated their freedom. They claimed they had no choice, that they were just following orders, that they couldn't have acted differently. This evasion of responsibility, which Sartre called "bad faith," was itself a kind of choice. Every time a person claimed they couldn't help themselves, they were actually choosing to deny their own freedom and hide from the anguish that freedom demands. Responsibility, then, was not just about actions; it was about acknowledging that you could have chosen differently.
The practical weight of this philosophy extended far beyond academic debate. If you are truly free, then every choice matters enormously. When you choose something, you are not just deciding for yourself; you are implicitly saying that this is the right choice for any human being in your situation. Choose to become a thief, and you are voting for theft as acceptable human behavior. Choose to lie to save yourself, and you endorse lying as valid. This radical freedom creates what Sartre called genuine anguish, not anxiety about specific threats, but a deeper dread that comes from understanding that your choices create the moral texture of the world itself. There is no escape into fate, genetics, or circumstance. The freedom is absolute, and so is the responsibility.
Decades later, Sartre's existentialism remains urgent because the questions he posed have not disappeared. In a world of unimaginable complexity, modern people still face the temptation to claim they have no choice, that the system is too large, that circumstances determine everything. We blame our parents, our genes, our culture, or our economics for who we are. Existentialism insists this is self-deception. The anguish Sartre described, the vertigo of recognizing your own radical freedom, remains as relevant in an age of algorithms and predetermined career tracks as it was in the rubble of post-war Europe. His philosophy demands that we stop hiding behind excuses and confront the liberating, terrifying fact that we are the authors of our own lives.