To Dance or Not to Dance...

I have this thing; this crazy obsessive thing for cliché carpe-diem quotes. Ironically, however, I normally find my self doing just the opposite. Just today I came by this quote: We’re fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance. And you know I sat there thinking, “wow how right he is, you know sometime you’ve just got to throw yourself out there.” Yet I know that next time I get the chance of making an ass out of myself, I won’t. I’ll be safe like I always am. Always. I’m majoring in business, not because I have any overwhelming passion to be the next Bill Gates or Warren Buffet, but rather for the fact that its safe, and acceptable. If I could, I’d be a fashion designer; but than my parents would disown me and I’d be like every other starving artist out there. So I don’t. I don’t commit. I’m more scared of commitment than most men I know. I hate the idea of being codependent or simply dependent on another person. Ironic, no? So what do I do? How hell does one person, decide at 20, what they’re doing and where they’re going? How do I choose what to sacrifice and what to hold on to for dear life? There are so many choices and it feels like there’s not enough time to everything that I could possibly want to. I don’t want to look back 30 year down the road and realize I haven’t lived at all, and I’ve remained that confused, unhappy 20 year old.