My story is not a happy one, but I'd like to share it.
In my early days I sunbathed a lot.
I also liked water. And sand.
I looked at it through my glasses.
I had all the time in the world to watch them all.Later I used to like spring.
It always drove me crazy.
I couldn't keep my hands calm.
Something dragged me left and right.Then I got struck by lightning.
Not long after that I got my both hands removed.
Now I'm still trying to keep my inner light on.
The time has come - you'll know it by looking in my eyes.
Who/What Am I?
Hint:
Every line in the blockquote contains a clue or its part.