Trust and believe that the childhood version of you lives. Deep down inside the same innocent, fearless and high pitched voiced child still exists and it’s constantly trying to break free from the chains of “adulting.” Sometimes for a brief moment the kid version of you is able to escape. You’ll notice it through a laugh, a thought or even by some random and harmless decision made that grownup you just doesn’t have the courage to make. It’s extremely sad, but is true. Allowing your inner child the space to run free is hard, but it’s times like this when its clear why it’s so difficult.
As a child most of us were to some degree shielded from the chaos of the world. Politics, war, even death were the furthest things from our minds. Life was simple. For me it was God, family, friends, school, sports, music and my “heroes.” All of those things had their time and space and in my mind they all would last forever. That’s the mindset of a child, but as the years pass it’s one dagger after another.
One of those so called childhood heroes was pro wrestler Ric Flair. The 80’s and 90’s were full of “larger than life” wrestlers. Saturday morning wrestling was must watch television and scheming on a way to get the next big Pay Per View event was always on the agenda, especially if your parents couldn’t afford it or if they refused to buy it. Ric Flair hands down was one of the faces of that era and to children all over the world foolishly, he and other wrestlers were immortal in our hearts and minds.
Over the weekend 68 year old Ric Flair was admitted to the hospital. 2 days later he was placed in a medically induced coma and is currently in critical condition. Obviously the priority is his health. My thoughts and prayers are with him, his family and for a speedy recovery. At the same time I can feel that innocent child on the inside fighting to be heard again.
I’m not the only one who feels like something about you changes when you hear about an entertainer who you grew up watching falling ill or God forbid passing away. I say it’s because with every reminder of mortality, a little bit of your childhood memories vanish. The hope is that your inner child will forever have those moments to resurface and show out, while at the same time dealing with reality. At the end of the day we wouldn’t trade those childhood memories for anything. We were entertained, we believed anything was possible and those moments caused friends and family to come together.
Again, I’d like to send my thoughts and prayers to Ric Flair and his family. Get well soon and to everyone reading this, do your best to not let your inner child die. He/She lives.