A horseshoe nail

From the archives:

Horse's eye

For want of a nail the shoe was lost.
For want of a shoe the horse was lost.
For want of a horse the rider was lost.
For want of a rider the message was lost.
For want of a message the battle was lost.
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost.
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

That old rhyme has a lot to say. It is usually interpreted as being an admonition to pay attention to the small details from which cascade larger events and possibilities. The implication is that if a small thing is overlooked through lack of attention or laziness, then we may wreak havoc with the outcome of whatever we attempt… either individually or in the larger arena of life.

I thought of this rhyme after a comment was made about the pointlessness of an individual life. It reminded me of conversations with my sons when they were younger, where we established that without their presence in the world, it would not just be my life, but the whole of existence that would be changed. Ineradicably altered. What if we are the horseshoe nail?

I remember discussing with them the effects of their subtraction from existence. All the ‘what ifs’ that shower from that point of erasure. If they were not, then perhaps ten generations in the future the man who changes the fate of the planet would not be born, the cure for cancer not found… how can we tell? The branches of any family tree spread wide and in only a few generations its scions may be far from the original root. Were any one of us subtracted from the great mosaic of life it would not only change the world now, but for all the future yet to come.

Which is all very well, and theoretically interesting, but that doesn’t help the person sitting alone, day after day and wondering why they cling to a life that may seem to be without meaning.

Yet who can know how much difference a single life may make? We don’t always know how our friends really feel, as most have a public face that can hide a great deal and the word of affection, that bit of care, might be more meaningful that we can see. We cannot tell if a casual word of praise or encouragement, a much-needed shoulder or a friendly smile may change the day for another. Nor can we know how hard that day has been, or how many other hard days have preceded it… how tired, lonely, desperate or despairing a stranger may feel. There is no feedback, no report card that says, ‘you saved a life today’… yet it may be true. We can never know.

Even the apparently negative actions of others may be the catalyst for change, the tipping point that galvanises us to address injustice, learn empathy and compassion… so many possibilities flower from each moment and each life and we gather our own lives from that garden.

The life we share is a shared life, the actions of each of us cascade like a domino race across the face of time. Every life has its place, its purpose and its value. Even if we cannot always see it.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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28 Responses to A horseshoe nail

  1. Bernadette says:

    Your post does make me mull over the importance of the everyday.

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  2. Mike says:

    Yes, the Butterfly Effect is real. The seemingly trivial can blossom into the critical before you know it!

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  3. Right up my alley, Sue. Great post about the incredible value of each life. ❤

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  4. depatridge says:

    Reblogged this on Matthews' Blog and commented:
    Great thoughts shared. Reminds me that no man is an island, entire to himself.

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  5. Woebegone but Hopeful says:

    Yes. Words which are vital in highlighting the potential of each person. Well said Sue

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  6. Leisa says:

    I always think of us as a tiny cross stitch in a huge incredible cross stitch, if one stitch is missing its incomplete and noticeable. I love that horseshoe nail, I haven’t heard that before. Much love to you Sue xxx

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  7. Eliza Waters says:

    This is so true. All life has its purpose, even if we cannot see it, God does.

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  8. For Want of a Nail has always been one of my favorites. Your expanded interpretation has made me love it even more.
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMore dot com)
    – ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder –
    “It takes a village to educate a world!”

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  9. Delyn Merce says:

    Great piece, Sue… as solitary as my life seems, it is yet a shared life, as you point out. Maybe my encounter at the grocery store will lift someone’s spirits…or maybe my comments “all over the world” will change something somewhere for a hopeful good.

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  10. kim881 says:

    Hi Sue! I am nominating you for the ‘three days, three quotes’ challenge. Have a great weekend!
    https://writinginnorthnorfolk.com/2016/10/23/three-days-three-quotes-challenge-2/

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  11. Hi I thought this was really good, especially you saying that we were the horse shoe nail, it really got me thinking!

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  12. Lydia.H says:

    I really like the poem, it made me think about all the different people out there in the world, and how every single one of them is connected to everyone in some way, shape, or form.

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