Magnum Opus

As a writer, there are, well, certain times in which writing comes naturally to a person. In order to write something beautiful, it must first be profound to you. While love is certainly profound and worthy of and responsible for amazing works of literature; it is heartache, pain and loss in which most writers find their magnum opus. Regret fueled by a broken heart gives birth to a writer's darkest inner being. When you can no longer deny yourself the thing that you need. The thing that is missing. The thing that has quelled the beast for so long. The more you want it, the farther it gets from your reach and the more recklessly you seek for something to replace it... My question is this: is this work of art, just below the surface, worth channeling your darker side for... to delve into and dabble amongst the memories... only to emerge forgotten once again?