Read and listen to Leonardo Da Vinci's fable The vain razor

Summary

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Un giorno il rasoio uscì dal suo manico e si mise a prendere il Sole. Vedendo il Sole che si specchiava sul metallo lucido, il rasoio si riempì d’orgoglio e disse: “Come sono bello: perfino il Sole si specchia su di me. Eppure devo faticare ogni giorno; sono proprio stufo di tagliare barbe.

Anzi, sapete cosa faccio? Me ne vado. E non tornerò più alla bottega del barbiere. Mi nasconderò e mi godrò in pace la mia bella vita”.
The razor fled away from the shop and hid in a cave, so as not to be found by the barber. He stayed there for a few months, then he came out of the cave and put himself in the sun but this was no longer reflected on his blade: the razor had lost its blade and was covered in rust from top to bottom.

Desperate, he lamented, “Ah, if only I'd stayed at the barbershop. I should have kept trimming beards, so I would stay sharp and shiny; now I'm just an old iron to throw away".
This is what happens to those who stop studying and exercising and give themselves to having fun: their mind, like iron, loses its edge and shine and is covered with the rust of ignorance.