pay the price
30 June 2014
It’s not meant to be a sermon or a lecture. I’m just sharing what I’ve been thinking. You’ve heard this before; this is not a new topic, but…you’re going to hear it again. If you want to be good – you have to pay the price.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my roots and how things were “when I was a kid” or “when I was growing up.” I know that can be a put-off or at least an eye-roller to use those phrases. I’d like to think I’m still young (very young for an architect). If you want to know, I was born between the releases of the Beatles Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts album and the Magical Mystery Tour album. The number one Billboard Single the day after I was born was “Light my Fire” by the Doors (the previous week’s song wasn’t as cool). That sets the date for some of you.
The era of my childhood was a time of proud ethnic heritage and many of us grew up around our extended family who taught us a solid work ethic. We learned our values from our parents, grandparents, uncle and aunts.
As we advance as a culture, the challenges that made our ancestors thrive or survive are no longer necessary (seemingly) and so we slowly lose the understanding that success comes from work, sweat and sometimes blood. There are simply no shortcuts. Technology shouldn’t erase that part of our heritage. If you don’t know what it’s like to work hard at something for a long time before finding success, you’ll never know real satisfaction.
If you want to be an architect, it’s difficult. The path to get here, despite a plethora of opinions on the matter, is long, difficult and expensive in many ways. In my narrow mind, I believe it should be. I have such a high respect for this profession and such a high expectation of what an architect is and can do, it needs to be difficult or this profession will atrophy, architecture will suffer and those whom we are licensed to protect will be at risk.
I’ve been thinking about this within my own family. I don’t want the path to success for my son to be easy – I just want it to be possible. It does him no good to succeed at something without understanding what it took to get there.
Let’s look at a sports analogy because they’re so easy for most of us to relate to quickly. Pick a professional sport – any one, go ahead. Find the top athlete and I bet you they started out playing that sport as a small child. Most likely they played it in some fashion from early morning until it was too dark to see outside. I can imagine them carrying around the ball or other piece of equipment everywhere they went.
If you don’t like sports, let’s choose music. I am so impressed with musicians because it is so difficult to get your hands and mind to coordinate that quickly. I can watch almost any type of musician play any type of instrument and my mind can’t fathom how much time went into practice over and over again. By the time this musician has had any kind of success, they’ve put in years if not decades of time practicing. Not only do they have to be technically correct, it must make something beautiful – sound familiar?
Who are we kidding; you’ve heard all of this before.
So we come back to discuss the women and men who conceive and create the physical world in which we live, work and play. We understand the path of the pro-athlete and musician, yet we lose track of the architect?
Without the tough love and endless speeches from the old-school Italians that surrounded me in my childhood, I don’t think I’d have ever made it this far. I can’t pinpoint a moment or a specific person, but I know I’ve heard the comment “how about a little bit more work and a lot less talking.” If I may quote Mies, “I don’t want to be interesting, I want to be good.”
I’m willing to pay the price so one day I’ll be good. Now back to work and a “little less talking.”