Being trans is bittersweet - much like being an adult in a world of children. We know pain and suffering that few others do, and we often carry fragments of those feelings with us forever. We are infertile, and dependent on medicine to survive, and our past or present carry a stigma that crushes people.
But in light of those things, we do have a significant perspective that no one else can have; the fact of our often dual lives matures us, and hopefully lets us see things more fairly. By being put through what we have by the hands of other people, those that don't become bitter for it at least grow to appreciate the awesomeness of simple compassion and respect, and the value of diversity. What we've done and been through makes us better people, I believe, and makes life more interesting.
Would I have preferred to not be trans? Certainly; I doubt anyone would prefer being trans. But in the very least, I think I can come to peace with it, because while I am incapable of certain priceless things, have missed out on essential experiences, and am doomed to always carry this with me, I wouldn't be the person I am today, and I wouldn't develop into the person I'm going to be. A little trans pride goes a long way, but even at a logical level, being trans is not without its blessings.