Sartre isn't suggesting that freedom means escaping your circumstances—the obvious trap we all fall into. Instead, he's arguing that freedom is *always* constrained, always built from the materials life has handed you, and that's precisely what makes it real and your responsibility. The difference matters enormously: a person who grew up in poverty doesn't become free by pretending that limitation never happened, but by deciding what to make of it—whether that's education, art, or a refusal to pass the same despair to their children. That's harder than the fantasy of starting from zero, but it's also why freedom, for Sartre, is a burden we can't escape.