It was all an accident

 Life is an accident, 

the quest for love, for understanding. 

The maze.

The hope, the disappointment. 

Nothing is planned. 

Nothing goes as planned.

There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

You are the tunnel.

You are the light, many times,

but also the darkness, most of the times.

You are the failure and the success.

The suffering is an accident, 

the happiness will be, too. 

You are the luckiest person on Earth, 

by chance, some days.

You are brave, for daring to live. 

You are brave, for allowing yourself to grieve.

You are there. 

You're almost there.

And if you finally make it, 

it was not written, 

it was not meant, 

but you will have made it.

By accident.