I'm convinced that most people have talents and skills. Even if they don't excel in a given area, they're competent and well above the average. In my case, I have good reading retention skills, play a decent game of golf, and usually can write an intelligible sentence (though I often fail to edit sufficiently before hitting the "send" or "post" button). Through my work as a lawyer, I've learned to take a complicated set of facts and break them down into something understandable--a wise mentor of mine in the legal world told me that a lawyer's job is primarily to bring some order out of chaos so that clients can make good decisions.
At the same time, I believe it's the rare person who doesn't wish he or she had a talent or skill that is simply does not exist or will never happen.
I have two.
The first is math skills. I'm not math-phobic and am reasonably competent up to, say, Algebra I. I could help my children with homework up to that level, but I'd have to bone up each time, I wasn't a good teacher, and it just doesn't come naturally. At this point in my life, math is largely irrelevant--I doubt very much that the quadratic equation will ever play a major role in my life. But it's always bothered me that I just didn't get it and that each new step was painful. (It does give me some solace to know that my hero, C. S. Lewis, was utterly incompetent at even arithmetic, and his mind was as creative and lucid as anyone's).
The second would to be able to sing or play an instrument. I love choral music and the great symphonies. The Mormon Tabernacle Choir always moves me. I like opera. I'd give a little finger to be able to sing like Placido Domingo for two weeks. I'd love to sit down and play the piano by ear. The Good Lord blessed me with a great love of music, but I can't carry a tune and, having tortured a trumpet for year in junior high, I simply can't play a musical instrument.
At my stage in life, neither of these unrequited desires is going to be realized, and I've come to terms with that. I maintain a faint hope that in the next life these dreams might be granted. But I know it's not going to happen in this one.
So, Ricochetti, what talents do you pine for that, in your heart of hearts, you know you won't achieve?