...Why some times it seems like destruction begets beauty? See L.A. currently dealing with massive wild fires. See Mission Viejo. Far away enough to not worry about being in danger of said fire, yet close enough to see the effects it has on the sky. Vibrant with a distinct red and blue in the evening, a result from the ash in the air. It is so beautiful. This same idea can be true of the written word. How many beautiful songs and poems have been written out of pain and misery? There are even some like that on this site. Maybe it's just the world trying to even itself out, a yin and yang if you will. The beauty with the pain, the good with the bad.
Whatever it is, it's just something to think about.