I think existentialism offers a more compelling framework because it acknowledges the absurdity of existence but doesn't stop there. It pushes further—toward responsibility, self-creation, and the pursuit of meaning on one's own terms. Absurdism, at least in its classic form, feels like it revels in detachment, accepting meaninglessness as the final state of things. I get why that was a radical and necessary counterpoint when Camus wrote about it, but now it feels like a closed loop—an end rather than a beginning.
Existentialism, by contrast, embraces the struggle. It says, 'Yes, life has no inherent meaning, but so what? You still have to decide who you are, what you'll fight for, and how you'll face existence.' It allows for creation rather than just acceptance. Maybe that's the romantic in me speaking, but I'd rather live in a world where meaning is something you chase, even if you never fully catch it.
I'd love to discuss this further.