Music is a double edged sword.  I say this because if amplifies one's emotions whether they are positive or negative.  It's like a megaphone; the feelings you get from music depends on what you already feel inside of you much like the words you speak into a megaphone.  If you feel happy, listening to a song could amplify your emotions and give you a sense of giddiness you can't really find elsewhere.  If you feel depressed, it could lead you to even darker depths of despair from which you may or may not be able to climb out of.

I posted that I was going through some good and bad changes in my life.  I won't go into the details of either but to put it simply, I had both great news and terrible news about two completely different, but important, things in my life all at once.  The fact that I had great news to balance out the terrible probably explains how I managed to hold my together during the past two weeks and move on with life.  And even though the end result of the terrible news is still somewhat good news (everything turned out okay), it still doesn't erase the feelings of fear, helplessness, and disappointment in my heart.

The reason all of this links to music: 

I was going about my day doing the things I need to do when I decided to fiddle around with my piano for a while for fun.  It started off great as usual and I was going through the repertoire of scores I'd memorised in my head.  After I ran out of songs to play, I began playing random chords (as I usually do) and playing around with composition.  Before I knew it, I felt that stinging in the eyes and the suffocation in the chest I so often write about in my stories.  Quite frankly, it .  I thought I had my together but then comes music to ruin all of my -holding-togetherness that I'd been so proud of for the past two weeks.

I'm a self-reflective person and a bit of an old soul.  I do a lot of introspection (though sometimes it becomes quite exhausting) and like to take a step back from my relatively drama-free life to re-evaluate some things I would otherwise miss.  This is what I've concluded about the past two weeks: Regardless of what's happened thus far, things are getting better (heck, that's without the great news) and the clock continues to tick.  There's no stopping time but fortunately, it tends to make everything a little less painful and a little more bearable.