There is a road. There is ahole in the road. I fall in.
The next day I walk down the same road, I don't see the hole, I fall again.

What is your question? Is this a metaphor or a legal question or something else.

Find a different road to walk down.

Now, what exactly is your question?

Are you addicted to falling in this hole?

Several writers, in a couple of renditions, use this as an alalogy for addiction. Following is from a short publication from Portia Nelson:

Chapter One
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost…I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep whole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in…it’s a habit…but,
My eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault.
I get out immediately,

Chapter Four
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter Five
I walk down another street.

You are your own navigator.

We all have our own "road hazards" to avoid.

Care to share the WHOLE story?