A kind of lovely accident

It was the type of thing that one thinks - how did that happen? why did that happen?

You mull over it, you analyse, you theorise - and it still makes no sense whatsoever. So, what is the point? Why over think it? Accept it for what it is, what it was, what it will be...

Perhaps, just maybe... You could say: It was a kind of lovely accident.

Submitted by Demola, The Collective