contemplating, continued

there is a flower bed here with a tiled footpath going around it, however soon after his arrival in our household Django decided he needed a shortcut and so there is now a bare stretch running through the bed; whenever there's someone at the gate he'll rush over his compacted mud highway and be able to get there just a fraction faster than he would have, had he been forced to go all-the-way-round the likes of us have to! 

Me  ‘OBK, can I ask you something?’

OBK  ‘Yes Saskia, of course you can.’

Me  ‘I’ve been thinking a lot since our talk yesterday and I was wondering, how come you are where you are, full of wisdom and contentment and me, I’m still searching?’

The OldBirdKing started chuckling, then his laughter became louder and louder and he almost fell over, joyful tears streaming down his face and once or twice he tried to answer but couldn’t. Finally after he had calmed down, he looked at me sideways, and as a smile crossed his face, he took a deep breath and said: ‘Maybe I am not the wise one after all, Saskia.’ With that he turned around, walked off and left me gaping in amazement, what the bloody hell happened here…..what does he mean…….