What this little self does is not really important, like a blade of grass on earth. Ah, but the Self is here, watching and tending this little blade.
This little self is neither good nor bad, just somewhere along the path. The Self is watching tenderly, knowing that little self is doing the best it can.
I am that Self watching the little one. I watch the little one feel good, feel bad, feel up, feel down. That little one will come to fulfillment someday. After all, it is already all accomplished.