What You're Good At

I can whistle through a polo mint.
Bet you can't.
Bet if you tried, it would fly out of your mouth, or you would just blow through it but not actually make a whistling sound. My polo mint sounds like a whistle used by Shepherds to control his Border Collie (although admittedly it doesn't work on my two dogs but shouting at them doesn't either).
I can't master playing the spoons, twerk, do a handstand, fart with my underarms, vote Tory, believe in god, well the list could go on.
We are who we are.
I am who I am not you obviously because then there would be two of us and that could get confusing. I would be the slightly taller, overweight, hairy version of you.  You would look at him and think, is that really what I look like and then you'd be depressed at how you've let yourself go since cloning became fashionable.
I see the world through these slightly failing eyes. My eyes are suffering from age onset deteriorationitis. They can see a view still in relative clarity but struggle to see those darned words that people insist on using in books and phones. If only someone had invented a talking book or a device that tells you things rather than the whole reading thing.
You reading this post might be an amazing flautist, accomplished spoon player, self satisfied smug Tory (sorry but you are) voter, champion twerker if one exists and if they do who invented the competition and where can I find them to tell them how pointless their existence on Earth is.
Ludwig Beethoven (the musical guy who owned a van apparently) didn't wake up one morning and think "this whole deafness thing is a bit of a bummer in relation to the writing music stuff'. He was good at it despite the hurdle of not being able to hear what he'd written. He famously took the legs off his piano so it could sit on the floor and hence that floor would act as a massive soundbox. I would have used headphones and a hearing aid but he had to go and make it hard for himself!
Old Ludwig had a talent. He wasn't much of a painter, don't think he was known for twerking or whistling through hollow mints and rarely cooked gourmet meals for the family. He wrote music.

Billy Bragg summed the whole stick to what your good at premise with his song Handyman Blues. I am not much good at DIY admittedly but better than the bunch scaredy cats on his video but I get his point.
And so should we all. Try new stuff that can be learned. Teach yourself to cook, start a business, learn a language, write a poem. But you have natural gifts. Explore them, embrace them, share them. Listen to others who tell you you're great at twerking, poetry, underarm farts (although if that was your only skill, it might get a bit tiresome), spoon playing. Listen to those people who tell you not to vote Tory next time obviously, I mean come on. I won't go down the whole god believing thing as the can of worms is pretty damn large and very wormy. If you're really good at it though then carry on and do the best you can at believing and associated activities.
Me? I shall stick to whistling through polos, writing poems that don't always rhyme (how annoying is that!), learning new stuff and avoiding twerks.