Why Are Musicians Not the Happiest People in the World?

Another way to read the title of this post is to read it as stating that musicians should be the happiest people in the world because I do not see any good reason why they should not be. I am not a musician but I think being a musician is perhaps the happiest thing that one can be. Some of the best moments in my own life are often moments when I listen to music, especially good music. It seems to me that when God speaks to humans, God does so in music. Perhaps this is why music is central to the worship of God or in connecting with spiritual entities in many religious traditions. There are some forms of music I do not like but I have seen many others who are ecstatic about them. The dexterity with which the fingers caress the keys of the piano, the sound of the stretching of the strings of the cello or guitar, the calling of the trumpet, the piercing of the air of the tenor or the baritone - all calling for reconciled attention and moments of cheerfulness. Music can make the heart leap out of one's chest. I love reading, and I love reading carefully woven phrases or lines, but none delights as much as the stanza put into song or the stretched string of the guitar. I have hardly met people who totally do not care about music. I have met people who do not care about football, hockey or baseball but I have hardly met people who totally reject music. Music has a way of connecting people to the sublime. I would imagine that those actually making the music (the musicians) should themselves be intimately connected to the sublime. Yet, some of the crappiest people I have met or been aquuainted to are musicians, especially teachers of music! Why is this so? Why are musicians not the happiest people in the world? Because they should be!
Ladies and Gentlemen, for your edification and enchantment, I bring you "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" whose acquaintance I made through The New York Times.