My father told me, when I was about twelve years old, that being dissatisfied with life was a sign of intelligence and imagination. He said that intelligent peo

My father told me, when I was about twelve years old, that being dissatisfied with life was a sign of intelligence and imagination. He said that intelligent people can imagine how life could be better than it is. I mostly think that’s bs (who can’t imagine a better life?), but I agree that imagination reveals degrees of dissatisfaction.