Closure (or is it?)

I have often felt that writing a blog is like sending letters to pen friends you have never met yet so effortlessly come in touch with. In these letters, you neatly wrap your sorrows, your anguish, joys and passions, your losses or gains and your love(s) and send them into the unknown. Not to gain a timorous acceptance as you often do when you share in person. You write because out in the unknown there is a reader with a similar experience that you want to share a few moments of closeness with. There is an unbridled warmth in this belief- that what you write can yield a private unknown intimacy with someone out there. This warmth is enough to bring you back to writing, again and again. It makes the painstaking struggle with words worth it.

Which brings me to this, dear reader (whoever you are)- have you loved an idea so much that even after the battle was long lost, giving up on this idea felt like betraying everything you have believed in? Have you ever fallen into the trap of creating a facade for this idea for sake of relatability, giving it all you had, yet seeing it cave in like all facades do inevitably? Has your faith dwindled afterwards? 

If it has, tell me, is there a feeling of closure at the end of all this?