Not “what is the world?”
but “what shall I do with my life?”
Existentialism turns philosophy inward. The question is no longer the architecture of the cosmos, nor the categories of pure reason — but the small, urgent, first-person predicament of being someone, in a world that does not, by itself, tell us what to be.
“Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.”
“God is dead. And we have killed him.”
“We are the beings for whom Being is a question.”
“We are condemned to be free.”
“One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.”
“One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
Man is nothing else
but what he
makes of himself.