Like Sand Cast From A Glass

My life feels like I am just treading water with no sight of land and underlying this is the expectation of imminent drowning.

I know life changes, doors open, others close, people come and go. Life for me will also pick up again, I am pretty certain of that. But in the meantime I really do feel that I am totally and utterly wasting a precious gift.

Like sand cast from a glass onto a beautiful sandy beach,
Swept away by the waves
Back into the vast ocean of the cosmos.
That is a wasted life...