I want things to happen too quickly. Good things, for sure, but at too fast a pace.
What difference would it make if even the very best happened but there was no love, no time to reflect, no humility and awe at things eternal? Rushed for the sake of rushed is still rushed, and incomplete, all the stress of an emergency without the actual event.
Slow down, good soul, slow down. Everything good need not happen to day. Recall that God leads but the devil stampedes and rest.