Toussaint

     Just like the Witcher was sucked into the dreamland of Toussaint, summer has hypnotized my mind as well. I had lost the way. If the end is justified than the means must be found. Despite the harsh winter, the merchants avoided Toussaint because they knew their minds with be boggled down and distracted. They could not allow themselves to be distracted from what really mattered: their trade. Thus, they waited at the edge of the pass to immediately leave when the time was right, or they made sure to find a way regardless of the danger. On the other hand, Geralt procrastinated and lost months of time, and it was by observing the merchants that Geralt finally left.

For someone who did not read the Witcher series, this probably made no sense lol, but I really needed this. Timing was perfect. I goofed around then a whole month passed me by....

The formula to winning is in this poem by Berton Bradley

If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and your sleep for it

If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry
and cheap for it

If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,

If gladly you'll sweat for it,
Fret for it, Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,

If you'll simply go after that thing that you want.
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,

If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,

If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You'll get it!