Men's Shampoo & Corduroy Jacket
Tonight, I had sauna here in my parents house. Recently my personal life haven't gone so smoothly. There has been some trouble at work, and things just haven't clicked. My old client relationships in work have seemed to dry up a little and there was a setback of the sponsorship deal to my movie. In addition, a friendship with a certain friend seemed to come to an end. Chemistry has changed, stars have took different orientation, the butterfly in Mongolian plain has flapped it's wings - things are probably never going to be same again. Sadly there is a little to do to fix it.
I've felt exchausted. But I'm going to Japan soon, to direct a movie what I've been prepared for three months.
So, tonight in sauna, I had conversation with my father. Some reason, the conversations with my father always tends up getting serious in sauna. (When talking over coffee, our conversations are always relaxed, isn't that funny? Or then it could be Finnish culture, I'm not sure.)
Getting tired in the hot sauna, I decided to wash my hair in shower. I found a turqoise bottle of shampoo. An odd colour really.. The title "Men's Shampoo" stood in it's bottle with rather attractive typography. Could have been Baskerville. (Some reason this house always has extensive set of various shampoos, those things just end up getting gathered here..)
I felt comfortable about my selection. I thought that at least, afterall, I do fit clearly under one definition or concept in this world.
At least I am, by all definitions and concepts, a man. Male. Nobody can say otherwise. Maybe I do have a bit feminine side, and I'm not at all easy to understand. But clearly, obviously and by all proof, I belong to this sex.
I felt comfortable and refreshed by the scent of the shampoo. It was a simple scent, not at all spicy. It smelled like a clean office room, nothing as fancy as Hugo Boss or spicy as AXE. This scent made my mind refreshed.
It's funny, sometimes simple things can refresh our minds. Such as second hand corduroy jackets from the recycle textile shop in afternoon. I've always liked to watch second hand corduroy jackets in recycle shops but I have never bought them. Why? I'm not sure. Maybe it's the same reason as that I haven't directed a movie yet. It's been just a daydream.
But directing a movie and buying a second hand corduroy jacket is maybe a similar thing. Like Nike says, it's something you just have to do.
As my Japanese friend said, if we take positive action, the future is something that will just come. Afterall, my movie staff are waiting for me in Japan, and things are slowly taking place. Working hard is just an extension of our day dream, a way to realize ourselves. Nothing but a key that comes out from keymaker's secret workshop in the shadowy forest.