Writer's life is really interesting

While looking outside through my glass widow I found the reflections of setting sun of autumn over the bunch of wild yellow flowers and felt something like depression without knowing the reasons behind it. Perhaps something was there in the past or something will happen in the future, I thought. The weakness of a writer is analyzing the situation and knowing the people. Most of the time a writer trapped inside some kind of arguments and experience joy and grief simply for nothing.
 I read a lot, still no satisfaction.
However, its ok.
Happy writing