October 31, 2000: Corrections without an eraser

I’m more of an actor today than my entire life. I’ve never dreamed of being the builder of peace inside a family of hate—we’ve learned to tolerate, bend if you will and do nothing to correct the masses that meet. I’ll admit on this page, I’m extremely tired of being the one called actor.
I don’t ask for much and when I do…it’s not much. I only want to be supported. I don’t want to be the beam in a ceiling—maybe a stud in a wall, a wall plug, light switch or a deodorizer. All things connect, except me…too much of a solo player, not greed or focus on me. I’m just tired of holding everyone up. I don’t want to be the staircase nor do I wish to be the paintbrush. I’m tired of being a broom, mop, sander or log splitter. I don’t ask for much and when I do…it’s only because I need help babysitting you.