I wish Nikola Tesla would've gotten the fame and recognition he deserved while he was still around to appreciate it.
He became famous for his childhood poetry and as a result he never became the celebrated physicist we know him as. His influence was never known and now we have no GOG. Also his poetry was terrible.
I wish for a nice picture that I can hang on my wall and admire.
The picture is so nice though, that it produces unrealistic expectations on your part of how everything and everyone should look. Gradually you are pulled into gazing into the picture, admiring its beauty, and after a while you can no longer bear the harsh reality that lives outside of that picture. Everything else you see fades into comparison, your loved ones, your world, your life, yourself. The nice picture becomes your life and your obsession, until you die, lonely and old. In your search for the paradise depicted in the nice picture, you have lost everything else. In your last moments a film of tears forms across your eyes, blurring the picture that has blurred your very existence.
I wish to have a large garden.