Hallmark of good fiction is that it leaves you feeling something really strongly. If one wants a tidy “satisfying” ending any random genre fiction will generally suffice, but to expect it as something necessary is silly. Not to say that untidy endings are always good, you’ll find a million art house films that overreach and end in the middle of nowhere, but if it’s done right it’s usually very poignant. After all, if fiction is imitating life why should there be a nice wrap up? That’s definitely not how life is