Last night I was thinking about my past life, the broken relationships, and everything in between. And a question popped into my mind; Is closure really necessary? What could have been different if I got closure on my past? Image via Unsplash We're told from an early age that closure is vital. We watch it unfold in countless movies and read about it in the pages of novels. The protagonist confronts their past, seeks answers, and ultimately finds solace in the resolution of their inner turmoil. It's a satisfying narrative arc that ties up loose ends, but does it mirror reality? Closure, it seems, is a concept drenched in ambiguity. It's like a mirage in the desert, shimmering just out of reach, promising relief from the relentless thirst for unresolved issues. But does it truly quench that thirst, or does it merely offer a temporary reprieve? I've known people who have embarked on quests for closure, seeking out those who have wronged them or desperately chasing th