I found myself saying the other day, “Nothing really matters to me,” when someone asked me my opinion, not realizing at first the origin of that phrase. It is the final line of a well-known song.
When it struck me, I was perplexed. Although I love Queen and Freddie Mercury’s music, I do not like Bohemian Rhapsody and don’t listen to it. The opening words are not good for me, and likewise, other words in the middle. It seems the closing words of the song, however, are ingrained in my mind.
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
So many things in life don’t seem important to me.
Perhaps it’s because I’m depressed. When I lack the most basic and fundamental things in life that all people need and desire, what else really matters?
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