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LOYALTY

Hey guys,

Is it just me or January seems to be faster than expected😃?
Once again, happy new year and welcome to a new decade too. The following piece was just an offshoot of a random yet personal thought. 
Enjoy,

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Loyalty
The living source of every growing relationship, in my opinion. Loyalty is perhaps what some label as ‘ride or die’ and in marital relationships, what the vows ‘for better or worse’ could have implied.


It is seemingly an easy yet rare virtue found in human beings and even animals – pets to be specific. I have however come to conclude that for some people, their loyalty is a price tag, a matter of the highest bidder. They swing to where it’s most favourable at the slightest feel of a heat.

To some, they just love you and even in your absence or lack of communication, they remain naturally loyal. It comes with no charge or tag – it’s just who they are and most times, we undervalue them. They are most vulnerable because they give to mankind, friendships and relationships a rare gift of nature, sort of deliberately alien to man.

Loyalty, a strong feeling of support or allegiance. Being faithful to one’s oath, engagement or obligations. Every sphere of life’s success is so dependent and in dare need of it and loyal people.

You should be thankful if you happen to have some of these rare gems around or in your life. It shouldn’t end there, you also should be a reason someone is thankful too!

Love & Light,
TA

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  1. I think more people need to read this and be reminded of the true meaning of being loyal.

    The world has so changed that finding a loyal friend, partner, associate or even enemy (lol.. yes I know what I wrote: some people can't be loyal of their beef because its inherited) is becoming herculean.

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    1. Thank you so much for reading. You are very right, sadly. Kindly remember to share to your network of friends.

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