Wishing to be someone else or longing for life to be different sounds understandable on the surface---particularly in our culture where self-fulfillment and happiness are counted among the highest goals. However, there is an underlying insidiousness in these longings. Am I looking at what God has given me as though it isn't good... or isn't good enough?
Have you ever cried out to God, "Why, Lord? Why is this happening to me?" The question is a common one, and I'd be a liar if I said that I myself had never asked it. There is nothing wrong with asking God, "why," but it's a bit arrogant to think that we should be exempted from suffering. Yes, we are children of God, but that does not mean that we should skate through life while "lesser mortals" do all the suffering.
Somewhere, right now, there is a young mother standing in her house, the fingertips of both hands pressed into her head in frustration. The house gets cleaned, only to be dirty within a few minutes. She sits down to rest only to be interrupted by another of her children. The sink is clogged, the repairman is calling, the bills need paying and dinner needs preparing. Somewhere, right now, somebody you know is feeling overwhelmed. It might even be you.