Granted. Only beyond the speed of light and your body is not able to cope with the physical forces, so you are reduced to a scattering of mince on your first flight.
I wish I could spend more time doing interesting things today.
Granted. It's right now. You are late. And have to walk in past the CEO and management team that are now frowning at you. You look down and realise you forgot to put on pants. And underwear.
I wish that the bank would lend me more than $300k and not charge me interest. Or even expect the money to be repaid.
Granted. Welcome to Thor, your new Wolfhound. He has unstoppable flatulance, chews your furniture, and takes over your bed, not allowing you even an inch.
I wish that I had managed to deal with all the issues of the day.