Poetry in (slow) motion.

I like to do things fast.  Carpool lane.  Audubon. Speed.  Ya know.
I don't like getting behind a blue-hair driving a beetle.
The same applies to personal growth; there's no reason it should take years...
right? Riiiiiiight.
But when you drive to your destination, all you get to see is the bumper of the guy in front of you.
When you walk, you get a chance to see the flowers growing out of the sidewalk cracks.