Everyone has at least one talent. It's just that some talents are pointless.

If I'd known it was harmless, I'd have killed it myself!

A great ancient poet was blind. A great classical composer was deaf. Many of us are dumb. What have we to show for it?

Books are all about knowledge unlike Talents which you have to discover on your own.

When compared to the fact that he might very well be dead by this time tomorrow, whether he was courageous or not today was pointless, empty. When compared to the fact that he might be dead tomorrow, everything was pointless. It just didn't make any difference. It was pointless to the tree, it was pointless to every man in his outfit, pointless to everybody in the whole world. Who cared? It was not pointless only to him; and when he was dead, when he ceased to exist, it would be pointless to him too. More important: Not only would it be pointless, it would have been pointless all along.

This was an obscure and rather difficult point to grasp. Understanding of it kept slipping in and out on the edges of his mind. It flickered, changing its time sense and tenses. At those moments when he understood it, it left him with a very hollow feeling.

Even if you aren't independent or career wise, at least show that you have a passion for life and an optimistic outlook.