What if i told you that every event, every action you take is predestined? That everything you do is nothing more but a one line in endless script of someone else's design? And so your: victories and defeats, boredom and excitement, life and death remain meaningless in the god's plot? That no matter if you struggle with all your might or remain idle you just stay in place?
Does this feel you with pride? If this truly is the essence of existence then why would anyone wish for it? Eternally imprisoned in torrent of time with illusion of choice you push forward regardless.