Hourglasses and closed doors

I'm having some of the hardest times of my life ever. All the hardness comes from the anticipation I have to go through these days. Most of my crucial life decisions are delayed because of variables that doesn't lie in my own hands , so basically I'm just waiting.

I can magnify my life these days in one picture. My life resembles a series of closed doors, each door opens with the descent of the last sand grain in the hourglass.

My restlessness comes from the awaiting of the sand to come down and the fear of what lies behind the closed doors.

I hate it when I'm tortured by time