Reminiscing about how much I hated physics A-level. All those boring formulae without any proofs. All those boring laws. First law of this, second law of that. It was only about a year ago that I recovered enough to appreciate what the point of physics actually is.
May I humbly recommend Hermann Weyl's PHILOSOPHY OF MATHEMATICS AND NATURAL SCIENCE? And as for those painfully obscure laws of motion, on which everything else ultimately depends: it turns out that the theorems of Desargues and Pappus are the zeroth laws. Cayley was right.