How funny. How sad. And how ridiculous, because we all do this.
We keep going to that thing that we mistakenly think can give us life, give us something to make us feel something else. We get thirsty so we take our bucket, trudge over the dusty ground to the well, and laboriously lower and raise our bucket. And then, for all our effort, we get something unpotable, a drink filled with toxins that slowly poisons us. And that's if we get any water at all.
“My people have committed two sins:
They have forsaken me, the spring of living water,
and have dug their own cisterns,
broken cisterns that cannot hold water."
Why do we keep going to the empty well, the broken and dry cistern that we dug, when we have the 'spring of living water' just waiting for us, waiting for us to come and drink? How sad.