I realy,
realy, realy, realy would like to know if somebody or anybody has or will try to step out of an repetition one day that he or she just couldnt repeat anymore just by pure frustration not about the activity itself and its content but because of doing it again and again.

That would declare that anything you do again and again does not only bores us but also is making us giving up a well performed thing. And you could not anymore sympathize with the idea of a luck mashine as so many whise man would do if they have the chance to disagree with public belief.

So you see that in the end there is not only the rational motivation for everything you do or will do but it is highly depended of what you are made of.