Trail of Broken Wings

by Sejal Badani

if I am the poker chip, then I have to wait to see how I’ll be played.

The unknown is the hardest.

Each image serves as a reminder that a light shines through so many people, and yet, no matter how far I run, I cannot seem to escape my shadow.

never depend on another person for your happiness. If someone had the authority to give, then he or she had the authority to take away.

life is not what happens to you, but what you make happen.

The past, no matter how definite, does not have the power to determine the future.

It’s impossible to give someone the world. You can show them glimpses of yours, hope they join you in it, but to give them the world means you have to be willing to give up your own.

When left with ashes, you wonder how you could have prevented the fire.

Where I am matters little, only that I am no longer where I was.

Was there any way for the lost one to live another day or was death simply its destiny?

Heroes are not born or created. They become so in the passing moments of life.

Everyone must reach a point in their life when they stop running. When it is easier to stand still than to keep being chased, even if the person chasing you is only in your head.

those moments don’t define you or even break you—they are simply parts of the whole.

fear is a terrible thing. It paralyzes you with the expectation of the worst happening, never allowing room for something better, something that gives rather than takes away.

Even after a wound heals, the skin has to rebuild, and even then the scar will always remain.

home is not a place or a lifestyle, but the state of your heart and all the people who take their place in it.

So many dreams lost, years already lived. But life isn’t over—nor is it just beginning.