There's a difference between foraging through antique shops for months or years and clicking a button like a hyperactive hamster all hopped up on speed. For me, anyway, and I think that's what folks are complaining about
If through perseverance and patience I manage to find a grail at a great price, or at all, then yes - I may feel joy in a successful chase.
If I obtain the same knife through furious click-click-clicking and the acquisition comes down to the speed of my internet connection and trampling my fellow knife lovers like a virtual Black Friday mob desperate for a slightly discounted Walmart flatscreen - then I don't feel as joyful about it.
"Hey Timmy! 'member when I durn clicked that there button faster than all o' them other boys that was a'clicking theys a'buttons? Boy, thems was good times!!" you will never catch me saying.
At the end of the day, anything only has the meaning that we give it. Without a human to determine value; a gold bar, a diamond, a dog turd, and a double reuben on rye are all worth exactly the same - nothing at all. Ever since I realized that I'm the one giving things meaning, I've been a little more careful about who and what I assign meaning to and what meaning that is.
P.S. - I've got two Albers lambs, am satisfied with them, and have a bit of an ongoing financial crisis - so I've sat the last few drops out. For those struggling to get one, it was patience and perseverance that paid off in the end. I've been where y'all are and almost gave up after striking out three of four times in a row - the time after that, I got a snakewood. The time after that, desert ironwood. Now, I just kick my feet up, give my clicking finger a rest, and watch the show.