Pride is the inability to admire. The proud man lies that he is clever, says that he has nothing to admire. The proud man is blind, he has forgotten how beautiful a grain of sand and a drop of dew are… The proud man is blind, and does not see the beauty of obvious and simple things. A proud man is an idolater who burned his eyes while praying in the sun.
To love a person is to admire them and be happy that they exist. Dependence on his attention and love is drug addiction, obsession with their own pleasure and inability to extract this pleasure from other sources.
They are looking for love, but they can't find it, ... but because they are not looking there. Love is a human soul, love should be inside, not outside. Love is a person's own ability to recognize and understand reality, to see beauty and to admire banal and obvious things.
In fact, it doesn't matter who you admire or who you find love in. Everything is perfect. You can draw inspiration from seeing kings and heroes, or you can see ordinary people or children. Moreover, the grain has much more potential energy than an adult tree.
When you let go of ideals and forms, you will feel like a stream of energy that cannot be stopped. The possibility of stopping creates fear. The realization of the impossibility of stopping and the infinite variety of options, generates infinite joy and delight.
There are two ways, the first is "we wanted the best, but it turned out as always". This is the way of pride, and the result of breaking the commandment "do not judge". Everything is bad, let's make it better. The other way is when we are enraptured by hope and smoothly evolve towards it by performing an act of faith.