This photo shows exactly how hard it is to be a missionary. We are still typical human beings, capable of feeling bad about ourselves and everything happening in it. There are times when we wake up one morning and just feel like returning to bed again, forcing ourselves to go back to sleep, the fear of facing another day eats our whole being. But then, we realize that this is what we are meant to do, and this is more than a duty we ought to accomplish. So in spite of all the negativity that creeps into our whole system, we try to cover it up with a "happiness suit." In front of the people, we have to be strong, we have be the happy and no-worries human, we have to be the optimists. But the truth is, behind all the smiles, behind all the positive things that goes out of our mouth is "us" who feels really bad. I know this sounds hypocritical, but I would just like to emphasize that preachers are not superheroes as any other people expect us to be. We are not always in our good self. We are not always happy. We have problems too. We have our own difficult days. We too need encouragement. We too undergo serious dilemmas in our life. We need to breathe. But we have to set as a good example for everybody. We have to be strong for other people. We have to forget ourselves to make them feel relieved. And that's what I somewhat like by being a missionary. I could help people out in spite of all the damage I have in my own life. We are not hypocrites, we are typical people whom God entrusted the responsibility of facing people with delight, so as to help them realize there's more to life.