No matter how hard we try to go against the current, the determination will slowly be eroded, bit by bit till there is none left. Spent and listless, we will bob along, allowing the unceasing flow decide on our destiny. It is not ours to decide anymore. Our lives are not ours. We become the debris that eventually gets washed out to sea. And then we die an inconspicuous death, drowned, suffocated by our own inability to stand up against the forces we loathe. We only have ourselves to blame for becoming one of the mindless masses.
