Life goes on
That subtle feeling you get when some coincidence happens and boom you got incidentally reminded of an old friend/ a past path companion/ friends that you had to part ways with . That hazy current of nostalgia mixed with some kind of a long-waited relief about letting go. That echoic equivocal voice inside your mind that's making its way through the rubble, gasping to hardly deliver a concept: things worked out for the best . That feeling is hybrid . That feeling is unique . That feeling is you.