About an erratic bird

One month has passed since the bird flew away from those odd lands. It had been an interesting year over there; not an easy one, though. But the bird is never satisfied: if life runs too smoothly, the bird will either get bored or start thinking its time is not being used efficiently. Later, after filling its days with a wide range of different tasks and projects, the bird will enjoy the hectic days only for a short while: it will soon fall in exhaustion. While dreaming with the day it will build its own permanent nest in a very sound tree, the bird keeps finding reasons to constantly move here and there. It seems to be a vicious cycle.

I think the bird has the soul of an itinerant, a gypsy, while its brain hopes for a permanent settlement. If the bird only knew there is nothing wrong with that... I should tell it some day.