Dance. As long as the music plays...

My introduction to 'Haruki Murakami' through Dance Dance Dance. The compelling urge to read it - overpowered everything else that weekend - 11th nov. As long as the music plays...one has to keep dancing....as long one lives - one has to go with the flow of life...there is no stop on the way, no u-turns. Sometimes though the road forks into 2....what is one supposed to do then? Is the path I ought to take pre-determined or does reality unfold based on what I choose? Do I really choose or is choice an illusion created by destinty?