I learned something very beautiful lastly. In French,"bibliothèque intérieure" means your "inner library”. In other words, it's the invisible collection of books, memories, heartbreaks and words that have shaped you, that have made you who you are.

All the books you've loved, the heartbreaks you've survived, the random quotes that stuck, the memories that built you. They all live there. Quietly reminding you of where you've been, what you've survived, and how far you've come.

I love this idea so much! Isn’t it a great idea?