There's that great exchange written by Tolkien in The Fellowship of the Ring that I come back to again and again: “I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo. "So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
I find it so comforting because I can't tell you how many times a week (some weeks, a day) I wish I had been born in another time, that I wish our time could be otherwise. Of course, such wishes are a waste of time, though that never stops my wishing them.
Indeed, I think I have lost much to wishing.
The problem with wishing, aside from the whole time thing, is that it leaves room for very little else--especially solutions that would, perhaps, negate the need for such a pastime. But pulling oneself out of the wish-mind is no easy feat. I think there will be many days when the path is unclear, the direction clouded. Maybe that's a necessary waiting period. Maybe it's time we need for our orientation, for the course to clear.