Long time no see.
All the big birds, even the granny birds, still object to the impulsive and stupid decision to leave the comfy nest. Where the birds do their duties, and in return get their safety.
But the little bird said - "FUCK NO JAMES!" (cuz he was a metallica fan) - and flapped away. He gathered his courage and went face first into the big, big hole. Many a man will say it was a careless decision.
Life in the outbacks of the underworld felt so easy at first. Or rather, it looked easy. When the bird first gazed down into the abyss, he felt a liberating feeling creeping up his little spine. Every piece of his soul felt that he really needed to to be there.
The underground was like an oasis illusion in a desert, where you walk and walk (or flap) and think you see paradise looming in the horizon. But the trail is harsh and the wind is dry. You wonder if you will make it out alive. Will you reach that oasis or is it just an empty dream? You've heard legends about people living there, but how can you know it's not just for the lucky few? If you keep on walking, no matter what, will you eventually get there?
That was how the bird was thinking.
Anyhow. he kept his cool and knew that if he starts doubting, he will fall. And so he kept going.