its like driving a nail into the ground. you strike it into the harsh earth with all your might, hoping desperately that it would hold long enough, hold strong enough, and anchor you to the spot. the rings have been set and securely bolted into place. they hold the cords which in turn hold you, fastening you tightly as you brace yourself for the impending rush.
the strong current eventually came and the blow throws you off your feet. you get dragged for a moment, the sheer force attempting to tear you away from your binds. the cords chaff on your thin skin. they bite and begin to dig deep into your flesh as you get pulled and thrashed about. you wind your arms tighter around them, securing your painful hold. blood crawled up your arms, oozing from the cuts, wrung out by the strangle of your binds as you get pulled harder and harder away. "let go. it's so easy. just let go" but you banish the thought. you scream into the eternal void in your agony, hoping to be relieved but it served you nothing, only a brief distraction to allow you to hope that all this would eventually cease.
the waves of change are strong. the hold of memory is weak. we all desire to make our marks for indeed, we all want to be relevant.