Five years ago I had a career. I never imagined that five years later I'd be living in a foreign country, doing what I'd always dreamed of and flying airplanes. Now I'm in a similar situation. It's been a wild ride. In the process I spent my life savings, got married, arrested, had the longest vacation of my life thanks to INS, traveled across the country a half dozen times (twice by car!), flown a half dozen warbirds, and totaled up just under 2000 hours. I also met you, although you probably wouldn't remember.
I've learned a hell of a lot along the way, not all of which is necessarily for the better. As such, I won't try to pass this philosophy along as wisdom, but merely 'what I think right now': At this point it's not about where you're trying to get, but how you get there. So go and try school, see if you can make it work. If it doesn't, try something else, it's all life experience. The race to get to 'the best possible future' is what led idiots to fly shiny jets with 17 hours.