The question from the movie, Arrival.

Finishing watching the movie, Arrival; again makes me think about the over-arcing theme of the film. I just have to say that I do love the movie, for a science fiction to a great story. The visuals were spectacular, and the music was on point. That isn’t why I am writing this blog; a particular question was asked.

In the movie, a question proposed, and I am paraphrasing. ‘If you comprehend your life from beginning to end, would you change anything?’ Reflecting on this, I do not have a complete answer for you, as I don’t know my whole life. All I can do is to answer to the best of my ability.

First is the understanding of time; time itself does not have a care for seconds, minutes or even millennia. Time is just that; time. There is no direct expression of it, we, humans impose our meaning on to the concept of time. My view of time is like a river delta, with many forks and outlets. All connected to a vast river rushing to this multitude of streams. Contradicting with the previous statement, as time, being linear, I can understand the confusion.

Take your position and move to any point of the river delta and you have a river flowing from behind into a countless amount of forks and outlets, meaning that the standing of the past does not impact the possible and probable futures. In a following blog, I will be going over this idea.

Understanding the cause of the river in its complexity and all the twist and turns of the possible futures. Comprehending this would be a mammoth task. Again the question, if you knew this would you choose the same path? Any indirect or direct decisions would impact the flow of the time river.

I am of two minds about this; I do have certain things in my past that I could live without? On the other hand, I do have important people in my life that open certain paths? My abuse, mental, emotional, physical and sexual at the hands of many different people from my toddlerhood to teenage years. I would be happy to give this up…

But are events, even horrific things like this could I one hundred percent say if I had the power to change it, I would or wouldn’t do it? I have to say, no. Every event has shaped me into me. All the happy times or sad times, the times I just wanted to dance or curl up into a ball. How can I honestly say, I would change it and hope that it would give me a better future, present or past?

I can not, with a clear answer but if I could, how would that impact the people I care about around me. My friends, family, people I have met recently and ones that I will destine to meet? Changing my past would not just effect me but every single person I have ever interacted with. Some of these would be insignificant while others would be like shattering of worlds. How can I be the judge of that? I am no ‘God’, I am just a human.

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So, we artists are no longer ‘legitimate’.

I’m currently writing my first novel; I am mere days of finishing my story. But does that excuse the government to ignore my contribution to society just because it is a ‘hobby’? Over the last year I have helped encourage writers through two organisations, Writers Activation and Gold Coast Novels Writers, and still, I see legislation that will soon kill the literacy world.

I tell people the same thing a sagacious writer said, ‘Do you write?’ I replied ‘Yes.’. She went on and said ‘Then you are a writer!’ It is as simple as that!

Follow your dream, reach for the skies, thumb your nose at the government. Without us, Australia would be boring!

AbStar921 - Musical Critic

I haven’t been this furious in a long time, and I’m loathe to use my blog to comment on politics. But not today. With the recent announcement that our fearless leader plans to scrap student loans to creative courses, this might be the angriest blog I will ever write and I am not even sorry.

By all means, if you don’t know about this outrage, click here and feel your blood pressure skyrocket. Go ahead. I’ll wait.

Finished?

Now where the hell do I begin?

The Minister for Education and Training says that this is a “lifestyle choice”. Well guess what buddy? ALL CAREERS ARE A LIFESTYLE CHOICE, INCLUDING POLITICS. That’s right kids, follow your dreams, pursue your gifts and talents, but don’t even think about the creative side of life, that’s just a hobby.

The Minister goes on to say that “VET Student Loans will only support legitimate…

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Becoming a Writer: My story journey through Trials, Trepidation and Exuberance.

Looking back to my earlier self, makes me in awe of what I have accomplished.

Samuel Colbran

In these past weeks, I have grown greatly as a writer. I have formally come out as a penman, one on a public page and another my website. There have been times in the past and sure there will be in the future I may fall, but as always I will pick myself up and dust off the negativity. Coming up soon will be my first lecture as a writer. It will be a co-lecture with my good friend Steven Bolin. Finding the time for my lecture, my blogs, my mother, my book and other things has been hard, but in the end, it has all been worth it.

This year did not start off as I wished it to be, my book had stalled and I started to lose my focus. Depression was overcoming my outlook on life, and I was faltering. I have suffered depression on and off…

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Ode to Rant: A History of Rants.

Looking back over the years I had written a few rants about ranting I do have some others, but they are more severe, well not as fun. Each of these rants did help me to find my way through some difficult times. The last one on this blog, I think was my first indication I was meant for better things, but it still took another three years for me to realise the path. Ode to rant!

 

17th of January 2012

What does Sam Like, Sam Like ranting! The rant, a favourite thing of the average person on Facebook. Ode to the rant, such sweet rambling. Only if I could go on such random rant about rants. How can I describe such a nice lovely fixture of words?
But like all rants, this one must end as the ranter is at a loss for words. May all your rants be random and enlightening, be at peace and laugh once in a while, and think of others.

But not too much

15th of July 2012

It’s been a while since I have ranted for the sake of ranting! How can I put this new but continue rant into words? Shall I be formal? Ode to rant, how sweet methinks twas to be frank and straight wilt thee. Could only word perchance be the gift of thine has on this ball of earth? Maybe mine shrift that I am judicious, but shall I then come roundly to thee have acquaintance with my desires as this is mine rant. But enough of this ungodly language let’s be simple and direct.

RANT IS GOOD, ME AM ‘APPPY

9th of December 2012

Good morning to all my friends out there, again I have come to a new rant. Thrice before I have ranted about ranting, I have enjoyed these rants but now wish to make one that has been inspired by a book.

The two books I have just read of recent, are The Name of the Wind and Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss. I will not go too much into the storyline as it would ruin the book for anyone to read. The main character is a man named Kvothe (pronounced as Quothe). I will not describe him; I will not talk about his history or his happenstance in the book. Most of this are how he has affected my thinking, this, of course, is due to the excellent writing style of Mr Rothfuss.

Some of you might know of me as a cook/chef at Montezuma or some as a student at QUT. Some knew at school, some thru even Facebook. Family and friends, some very dear to my heart, even if we have little or no contact. Knowledge and understanding are my bread and butter, my need to understand all walks of life. Sometimes this is just in passing, others I throw my life and soul into existence! Gaming, cooking, and math are three of examples. Two of them are significant failures; one is an over-indulgence. But again I digress. My curiosity has gotten me in trouble many of times. My of the need to know, this is what truly drive my soul! Knowledge, no woman (or man) touch could overcome this. Even words can not encompass my real feelings. People say that I am smart, intelligent and some think of me as slow, stupid, even mentally retarded. Very few have seen every facade of my personality. Most will as always under or overestimate my abilities. The more I write on this, even I do not quite understand myself. Kvothe and the author are my new inspiration; I need to return to the path which I have zig-zag for most of my life. I need to finish what I have started! I wouldn’t like to push as this would irritate me and cause grief for both parties. Most people who might pick up this book series, will not come to the epiphany I have, some will not quite understand the character ( this is apparent with some reviews). I am 33 years old; life is supposed to begin at 30. I guess I didn’t get the email. My life has remained trapped in amber.

Again lets my life’s journey begin