We are bullets in a chamber.

Here we are, loaded, cocked, locked, and ready to rock. I think it's a shame and a sham that sometimes we as people are seen as interchangable non-assets, just pieces of lead encased and ejected until another comes around. But we are not parts of a bandolier. We are not faceless piece of flesh. We are humans being. Each of us deserving of our own reality show. 

Yet we swap out people so easily. I think of all the people I have ran in to, befriended, talked to, seen, faces that have their own contours and shapes and expressions. Now, some lines do fade and blur, and voices are more like shadows, but I think about the people I have roomed with, experienced life with, and how I don't live with them anymore. How sad it makes me that I had life with them for a part of my life and now we are on our own things, our own time zones, the sun setting at different times for us all, but like one of my favorite songs goes, "it's just the world spinning around."

The world doesn't change much, I reckon. Well, it does, but not as far as human consciousness is concerned; it evolves technologically, from the wheel to the air and so on and so forth, but we, humans, we still feel the same things nomadic herdsmen felt thousands of years before. We still desire to be held, to sleep somewhere that is comfortable, to watch. 

I find it amazing that I have that in common with someone herding sheep at the time of Christ. Or even further back. Maybe all the way back to the beginning, and further forward to the end. 

It's nice to know that some things don't change, and that some things do. 

We are family.