The price of everything

Everything comes at a price.

Time, energy, clarity. Even peace.
Nothing arrives untouched.

Failure is the price you pay for success.
And even success—if you're honest about it—demands more than it gives.
It asks for discipline, for patience, for the willingness to be misunderstood for years.
Sometimes forever.

The older I get, the more I see that most of what matters has a cost.
And that the cost is precisely what gives it weight.
We don’t value things because they’re perfect—we value them because they asked something of us.
Because they left a mark.

Music taught me that early.
You spend hours chasing a phrase you’ll forget the moment it lands.
You work on a piece for months and someone hears it in passing.
You build something delicate knowing it can vanish without trace.
But still—you do it.
Not because it’s easy, or even rewarding in any conventional sense.
But because somewhere in the doing, you feel alive.

And that, too, comes at a price.

But it’s worth paying. Every time.

Have a nice day,

Claudio.

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