The radical part of Camus's claim isn't that choices matter—anyone knows that—but that there's nothing underneath them, no essence of "you" waiting to be discovered. You don't find yourself; you construct yourself through the accumulated decisions you make, big and small, intended and half-conscious. When someone says "I'm just not a morning person" or "I'm not creative," they're often mistaking habit for destiny, when really they're simply the product of years of choosing the snooze button or choosing not to try. Understood this way, Camus's statement becomes both humbling and oddly liberating: you can't blame your circumstances for who you are, but you also aren't trapped—tomorrow's choices genuinely can reshape tomorrow's person.