I guess I do feel the same. I like to believe that music comes along with faith and a personal conviction in a God, that it is some kind of mysterious power that can overcome any obstacle.
Unfortunately, more often than not, it proves not to be. I cannot practice, or even play around, while hungry, for instance. After a long and tired trip, I cannot play even my favorite piece or improvise to my favorite tune. And when I revisit pieces that brought me to tears within seconds, I sometimes feel aloof to them for unknown reasons.
I am sad to proclaim that music is not powerful as I tend to think, that it does not have the capability to overpower all negativity in life. But, I pray hard and hope that things will change, and that music might prove to me that it can, with worthwhile effort, creativity, and faith, bring us to a higher state of life which we can all profoundly enjoy permanently.
Maybe our relationship with music is not unlike one with a loved one - we may want to believe that we always love them, but we get into fights, we sometimes hate them for some reason, we are sometimes derisive of their very character. But in the long run, they are still...loved ones.