What's your unusual, yet working, reason to pursue PhD?

Not to deepen your bachelor and master subject, not to become good at researching what you're good at now, not to become a lecturer, but something unusual like... got heartbroken and felt stupid, then applied for scholarship for a PhD and somehow made it and eventually love it - kind of reason. Or just wanna escape your day2day job.

Context: F39 here, been working 3 different places. So far I have been a mediocre and generalist because I did & do many things in my job (because we were a small team thus you gotta do everything). All my life, surprisingly, things always happen by surprise/accidental. Never by design/intentional. Taking a PhD somehow always roaming inside my head (unsure why, tbh!) however I genuinely feel I have very very littl to no ingredients at all to do that. So.. I am curious, has anyone ever plunged into PhD life from an unusual/surprising reason? 🤔

Thankies!