why?

why do things happen so quickly that you dont even get the chance to take another look back at it and just reminisce all the good stuff that happened? i mean, for me, my life has been the shitiest life there is in the world, but after i heard what happened to the first lady of one of my dad's close friends, i gained a new perspective in life. i think i may be talking like im not myself right now, but i think i am. i keep telling myself i dont know what to do with my life, which is true, but it keeps on making me more... i dont know...