When you have a Destination to reach, it is best to take a swift path and tarry not along the way.
So old wise words would have us believe.
Though why this should be the way, the puzzled boy could not fathom.
He thought hard upon this and other things but this in particular. Why did everything have to go so quickly? He thought so hard about this and furrowed his brow and creased his face in deep concentration that spoiled the beauty in one so young.
In-fact to say that he overthought the thing was an understatement of what was really going on. He thought of nothing else!
When asked for the carrying out of some chore or deed, the puzzled and disgruntled boy carried it out despising every moment that took him away from his real concerns.
After one such detaining task laid down by his mother, the boy decided to run away as he could no longer face the stress of the distracting tasks that took him from his musings of why everything had to be so fast.
He ran East as he had heard that this was the direction of beginnings. He stole away early one morning headed in the direction of the rising sun.
He ran and ran and ran more, never tiring nor looking for a rest. He was determined and desperate with haste to find a place of peace and no chores, where he could pay full attention to this questions of speed and the good of it. He ran with purpose and swiftly to his cause.
Eventually he could run no longer and he found himself in a place far far different than that where he had started.
So different indeed was the place that the culture shock of it all was too far and too much for him.
Quicker than lightening, he span himself around and ran as fast as he could back in the direction he had come from. Driven by fear and shock of the place he had found himself, he begged for a lot more speed and a chore or two that might keep him well occupied in his safe fright-less world.
Certainly the question that had sent him seeking was the answer drove him home. He knew now the good of speed, it gets him out of scary situations.