I sometimes think that we all live in a simulation, where our roles are distributed in advance, and we are to functioning on plan, which are not invented by us.

Sometimes a single "lucky" could move with level A to level B. But there they often feel "black sheep".
Because they of his circle have fallen out, and another circle to fit not can.

Remember the drama of Jack London "Martin Eden" or a novel Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald "The Great Gatsby"?