Every day you fill the well.
First thing in the morning. Sun shining or not, tired or not, you fill the well.
Throughout the day people help themselves. You are thirsty and see the well going dry, so you do the work to fill it but someone is always needing faster than you can give.
At the end of the day you are exhausted. You are so thirsty but your well is dry. People even stop by to complain that there's no water and if you tell them to fetch their own water they call you lazy, rude.
And you cannot sleep you are so thirsty. Yet you wake up and try again. Every day. Being drained and hated for not doing more, the whole time dying of thirst. Until you're dead and replaced by another idiot who will give without ever doing for themselves.
Throughout the day people help themselves. You are thirsty and see the well going dry, so you do the work to fill it but someone is always needing faster than you can give.
At the end of the day you are exhausted. You are so thirsty but your well is dry. People even stop by to complain that there's no water and if you tell them to fetch their own water they call you lazy, rude.
And you cannot sleep you are so thirsty. Yet you wake up and try again. Every day. Being drained and hated for not doing more, the whole time dying of thirst. Until you're dead and replaced by another idiot who will give without ever doing for themselves.
