Regrets 21:35

I look at others and think of how amazing they apply their talents. People look at me and say of how 'great' my talents are. I think of how I haven't applied my talents. I've always hoped that one day something would come of the things I loved, simultaneously thinking of everything potentially wrong with the idea.
I'm starting to feel like I chose office work over living in a fantasy land.
I love photography but have never thought to try for a career out of it.
I love designing but gave up on that when I couldn't take textiles in year 9.
I love acting but realised the figures and calculated the percentages.
I love art but, come on, can you list any artists in the 21st century on more than two hands?

I'm only 16 but I've already given up.

Types and things at 20:22

I'm the type of person who loves reading and writing but hates English Literature.
I'm the type of person who loves acting but hates Drama.
I'm the type of person who loves drawing but hates Art.
I'm the type of person who loves histories but hates History.
I'm the type of person who loves equations but hates Maths.
I'm the type of person who loves biology but hates science.

I guess I'm just a light-hearted not-trying-too-hard kind'a guy.

Odd and confusing life lessons at 12:38

Everything has a purpose: For example, we are born, we breed and we die. We are born alone and we die alone. We breed alone? No. 

Should we just accept loneliness or carry on pursuing a hope that some distant or near time, we will find someone who will initially guide us to the end of our tiny lives: our Soul mates? 

Considering spirituality and logic, the palpable loneliness that is handed to us from the youngest and eldest ages possible should exemplify our natural processes as humans. We use each other to breed. Then leave one another. Then die. Simple really. Kind of like Praying Mantis. Except we don't kill the men after... I hope. 

There are blogs, songs, movies, books.. everything seemingly... dedicated to this conception of being with someone forever (LOL jk death kind of prevents that). Does that counteract the idea of loneliness being a permanent fixture? 

Now to seperate the organic Mother Nature and the term "man-made": These miscellaneous forms of entertainment are entirely man-made, whether you want to believe it or not - yet the cycle of Mother Nature supports the initial idea presented. Does Mother-Nature rule overall?