#TolislovedMaria
I think that this is the most important, touching and true love inspired hashtag will ever exists in history of Twitter..
As the name suggests, this is a dedication of how much Apostolis loved his girlfriend Maria.
Apostolis and Mary have been together since the age of 18. But for a while, Apostolis gave a battle with cancer. In his twitter (@ Moloch1982) and fom his blog (http://docamiok.blogspot.gr/) recorded his battle, hopes and fears..
His death at the age of 30 years old only and his desire to spread his message touched every twitter-user all over the world. Besides, before his death, his mission was one of the most beloved and well known faces of the Greek community of twitter. The # TolislovedMaria, spread with lightning speed and became global trending topic. Twitter users from around the world continue to spread the message everywhere.
One of the latest entries in his blog was this:
"Of course I think about death. Typically, at least the chances of survival in my race against me are important. In moments of philosophy but understand this: we are strange creatures dear. Death will come to me-rather-either in my sleep or in a coma, or with some opposition in the context of cancer. Probably. There are hopes to run away from the food earlier. After my death but for me black. A deep unconscious sleep. After nothing. Neither anxiety, nor thoughts, nor pain, nor fear, nor love, nor love, nor laugh nor cry. Nothing. Then what do we fear? What do we care if it does not then we will be there to understand? Conclude that some simply love them more than us. I fear more now about what will happen to the others, some more than others. For the pain that would cause them, that I can not do anything to get it back. There are so selfish beings eventually. There is another aspect of course, extremely selfish. Why life continues to "zeitai"-passive and let there-if I'm not the world. What days, nights, smiles, moments with woven hands, toys in the kitchen, indifferent fights, summer walks in Athens, movies, books, music will lose.
"Of course I think about death. Typically, at least the chances of survival in my race against me are important. In moments of philosophy but understand this: we are strange creatures dear. Death will come to me-rather-either in my sleep or in a coma, or with some opposition in the context of cancer. Probably. There are hopes to run away from the food earlier. After my death but for me black. A deep unconscious sleep. After nothing. Neither anxiety, nor thoughts, nor pain, nor fear, nor love, nor love, nor laugh nor cry. Nothing. Then what do we fear? What do we care if it does not then we will be there to understand? Conclude that some simply love them more than us. I fear more now about what will happen to the others, some more than others. For the pain that would cause them, that I can not do anything to get it back. There are so selfish beings eventually. There is another aspect of course, extremely selfish. Why life continues to "zeitai"-passive and let there-if I'm not the world. What days, nights, smiles, moments with woven hands, toys in the kitchen, indifferent fights, summer walks in Athens, movies, books, music will lose.
Writing the above i cryed in the last two rows. Eventually we are selfish. I want to stay here more. "
The original:
«Φυσικά και σκέφτομαι το θάνατο. Τυπικά τουλάχιστον οι πιθανότητες επιβίωσης στον αγώνα μου είναι σημαντικά εναντίον μου. Σε στιγμές φιλοσοφίας όμως καταλαβαίνω το εξής: είμαστε όντα περίεργα αγαπητέ. Ο θάνατος μου θα έρθει -μάλλον- είτε στον ύπνο μου, είτε σε κάποιο κώμα, είτε με κάποια ανακοπή, στα πλαίσια του καρκίνου. Μάλλον. Υπάρχουν ελπίδες να σκάσω από το φαγητό νωρίτερα. Μετά το θάνατό μου όμως για μένα μαύρο. Ένας βαθύς ασυνείδητος ύπνος. Μετά τίποτα. Ούτε ανησυχία, ούτε σκέψεις, ούτε πόνος, ούτε φόβος, ούτε αγάπη, ούτε έρωτας, ούτε γέλιο, ούτε κλάμα. Τίποτα. Τότε τι φοβόμαστε; Τι μας νοιάζει το μετά αν δεν θα είμαστε εκεί για να το αντιληφθούμε; Καταλήγω ότι απλώς κάποιους τους αγαπάμε πιο πολύ από εμάς. Φοβάμαι περισσότερο πια για το τι θα απογίνουν οι άλλοι, κάποιοι περισσότερο από άλλους. Για τον πόνο που θα τους προξενήσω, το ότι δεν θα μπορώ να κάνω τίποτα για να το πάρω πίσω. Δεν είμαστε τόσο εγωιστικά όντα τελικά. Υπάρχει και η άλλη βέβαια όψη, άκρως εγωιστική. Γιατί να συνεχίζει η ζωή να "ζείται" -παθητική κι ας μην υπάρχει- αν δεν είμαι εγώ στον κόσμο. Τι μέρες, νύχτες, χαμόγελα, στιγμές με πλεγμένα χέρια, παιχνίδια στην κουζίνα, αδιάφορους καυγάδες, βόλτες στην καλοκαιρινή Αθήνα, ταινίες, βιβλία, μουσικές θα χάσω.
Γράφοντας το παραπάνω, βούρκωσα στις δύο τελευταίες σειρές. Τελικά είμαστε εγωιστές. Θέλω να μείνω κι άλλο εδώ.
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