I don't really understand the question. It's not a matter of wanting. Life is.
Do you mean to ask does reality and my place in it conform to my wildest fantasies? Of course it doesn't. I should be a monoecious sentient plant creature in an otherworld were I can really sling lightning bolts from my branch-fingers and have psychic/empathic links to a multitude of other creatures. Or perhaps a hermaphroditic animal in an otherworld where steampunk technology reigns supreme, and I'm that crazy mad scientist everyone is afraid of. Oh, oh! And I want to be Storm from the X-men! Maybe Xena? They're awesome.
Do you mean to ask does reality and my place in it conform to my wildest fantasies? Of course it doesn't. I should be a monoecious sentient plant creature in an otherworld were I can really sling lightning bolts from my branch-fingers and have psychic/empathic links to a multitude of other creatures. Or perhaps a hermaphroditic animal in an otherworld where steampunk technology reigns supreme, and I'm that crazy mad scientist everyone is afraid of. Oh, oh! And I want to be Storm from the X-men! Maybe Xena? They're awesome.