beauty: struggle or simplicity?

A new buddy of mine (and he should be truly honored to grace my dribblings ;)
shared with me a statement he crafted: “Beauty is in the struggle”

it’s artsy, but two-fold in meaning.

Any struggle implies humanity. Beauty is in creation. Creation comes from the Father. No other.
But I find Beauty in simplicity.
Did you struggle writing the poem that just flowed out of you? No. But when you were done and you read it, and when you came back later and soaked in what you hardly knew you felt or meant at the time, did you rejoice in the beauty of the struggle it was to write? No, because it wasn’t a struggle. It was easy. It was natural, like something inside you never knew you were capable of sprung outward onto the page. It was simple and you felt the natural ebb and flow of molding words around your meanings/feelings just as you feel enlightened surprise as the meanings multiply read after read.
The beauty of that scenario was not the pouring over word choice and phrasing and stanza order. The beauty is in the gift of innate creativity. The beauty is in the simplicity.