It is not a matter of being born with it. It isn't a matter of being smart.
It is all fucking work. It is never being satisfied. Its trying so hard and getting so pissed off that you throw the ball in the dumpster, that you smash your fist into the keyboard and walk away, that you tear up the papers and throw them in trash. But you always come back, because you won't let it beat you. You have to know how it works. You have to know how they do that thing you saw them do. You want to do it like they do. You want to do it better.
So it isn't pixie dust, it isn't innate ability, it isn't being smart. It is all fucking work.