I did science, because I was was “No good at art”. Now in my mid-late 40’s, I regret not doing something I loved, just because of other people. In 5th year I had wanted to do a crash O grade in art, but it would have clashed with when the physics class was timetabled, so again I was denied something I liked.
Now I’m in place, where I DON’T CARE whether other people like or hate what I try to draw/paint/photograph, and I’m happy. I may have missed out on year of simple pleasure because of the opinions of others, but I’m doing this for me, and me alone. If other people like it, that’s fine. If they don’t, I couldn’t care less.