“Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.”

A wise woman once thus said.

A good thing comes out of getting older, maybe not at exactly being wiser, but being able to stand out of things a little bit and look at it in an objective view, a sort of convenient detachment.

A pang might touch one as acutely, yet one now has the power to take hold of the knife and analyse its source of thrust and its sharpness.

In the process of it, one forms one’s judgement. To be a well-judging person, however, must be a lifelong learning exercise. Our friends, or the affairs of this world, if one-sided, it would certainly help us to determine the truth. Yet, there is always a mixture of good and bad in people and things, and they look like one thing from one mirror, another from another.

One way to get hold of it, perhaps, is by their deeds.

作为, the Chinese word for ‘deed’, has a heroic sound in it, 大有作为: being able to give full play of your talents and make great achievement.

The first part of the word, 作, simply means to rise and start and do. 日出而作，日入而息 rise (and work) with the sun, rest when the sun sets, is a vivid portrait of the free and simple life of people in ancient time. 困于心，衡于虑，而后作 confused in your heart, weighing and measuring in your thought, then you know what to do.

为, the second part of the word, is no more and no less than a hand and an elephant: the human hand leading the diligent elephant to work, and so indicates the meaning: to do, to work, to act. 事在人为, the idiom goes.

We look back, we see their deeds, we see our own deeds, we reflect, we trudge on with the optimistic thought that we will fare better yet now we know better.

The little girl cries, in her confused hurt, she feels, or she talks herself into feeling that she is being neglected, there is also her explosion of energy, growing energy, that bursts out of her, adds to her confusion and she cries then laughs when the tear has yet hung on her cheek.

She has her perfect excuse, at being six years old, of taking everything so keenly, and when a feeling comes it bursts on her and swallows her up like a huge balloon. Luckily, the balloon will be soon gone, and the sky becomes clear as suddenly as it becomes stormy.

We, being adults, could, or it’s to be hoped, judge better in our confusions. We look at it, we turn it around, we say to ourselves, quoting old wisdom, “Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.”