Moving quickly, the contemporary directive, the behavior we all ought to do or hazard being left back. To move fast have explanation to go unnoticed, though. The blur of scenery passing through train ventilation, quick burning connections, and good meals without taste leave only ashes. Over experience, speed favors effectiveness; arrival over travel.
Naturally, children move swiftly, running everywhere, impatient with the measured pace of walking. Age shows us that slow may be tactical, that the turtle sometimes triumphs since the hare wore itself out racing.
Evolution progressed gradually, testing every adaptation over millennia. Trees mature slowly; their rings record patient years. Unlike what rom-coms mean, love develops steadily.
Fast movement occurs but emergencies call for it; possibilities requires capturing. But maybe knowledge is to know when to run and when to walk slowly, when you need speed and when it just gets you tired.