When I was in the fourth grade, I saw a picture of the Dalai Lama's palace in my geography book and determined then-and-there that I'd see it in person one of these days. We had a write an essay on where we'd like to visit and I wrote about that. My teacher, whose sole purpose in life was to suck the spirit out of every student she ever came in contact with, said "Don't be ridiculous. You're never going there. Write another essay about somewhere you CAN go to!" So I wrote about going to Disneyland.
Granted, I haven't been there yet and there's a pretty good chance I never will, but it's on my bucket list and I haven't given up yet. If I do, I'll stand at the top of the steps and yell "YEAH....I'M HERE, MRS. HELDERMAN, YOU OLD BAG!" OK, not exactly in the Buddhist mode, but it would be most satisfying.