In my early Christian years, a saint to my mind was someone rather old, who likes solitude, prays a lot, and lives a disciplined life, thus missing all the fun in the world. Being a saint certainly wasn't attractive to me. Now that I have advanced more spiritually, I know that a saint forgoes the pleasures of the world because he or she has experienced a much greater and more delightful joy, and it's God who draws him or her into deep prayer. In fact, it's the unbeliever or weak believer who sooner or later finds emptiness in all the fun in the world, missing out on inner peace and joy. Our mental images or impressions do not always reflect the truth.