Never be proud of yourself for giving a lot of love. First, there is no such thing as more or less when it comes to love; there is love itself; it has no edges; nothing to measure; it’s pure; its bounty is infinite. To seek pride for giving a lot is to miss the beauty of love.
Secondly, love is its own reward because it integrates, just as hate is its own punishment because it disintegrates. Never seek anything when giving love, or you are not giving love. Aye, bargaining with love is the greatest deceiver, and those who naively accept the barter are the greatest dupes.
Lastly, love is most definitely blind. Love is unable to find fault in anyone, in anything. If you consider yourself a lover, and at the same time, you complain about this or that, then you are not a lover. Are you not growing by continually loving? Are you not decaying by continually complaining?