Hallways

When I subtract every person's opinion and view from my life,

what do I have?

I picture this hallway, 

Its long and dark and on the floor of that hallway are my interests.

They are written in white, which stands out against coco brown.

I'm standing there, closing my eyes, trying to view what is ahead for me.

What do I want to do?

The thought of traveling and taking pictures has always appealed to me,

Maybe I'll be a vet,

Or possibly an art teacher,

Another option would be counseling,

Maybe I should go into music and be in an orchestra,

Its quite possible I'm mean to stay home and be a mom, the classic woman.

The hallways states the simple things:

Animals
Children
Reading
Solving Problems
Photography
Drawing
Painting
Dreaming
Creating
Writing
Playing The Flute
Directing
Singing
Making Plans
Learning about Art History

So many things. So many. 

I don't even know what colleges to look into, who to hang out with, who to like,

 let alone how to start my life.