@BestBoy
Simplest way I could put it into perspective, I guess:
Imagine for a moment that you're completely infatuated with racing, you spend your entire life training to become the best possible Formula 1 racer on the planet, memorizing every possible trick and tip to squeeze out a little more speed and race better, it is all you ever think about.
Then the time comes, you're an old man in your 70s now and finally after working your entire life for this you manage to win the biggest race in the world! You walk up to the podium to get your trophy...
and then somebody tells you that they've measured your racing skill with a device that was only just invented and found out that your racing skill is maxed out, so they're stripping you of your title and giving the trophy to second place because he has a higher potential skill ceiling than you.
You get sent back in time to when you were a child and get told that you have a godly talent for dancing - Contemporary, Jazz, Ballet, Riverdance, Ballroom, every type you can think of. Do you discard your passion for racing and become a dancer just because you have the talent for it, or do you go "Fuck that, I want my racing trophy!"?