Fevered Dreams

A person experiences three losses in life: the loss of naïveté, the loss of innocence, and the loss of life. I can feel myself changing in ways I hadn’t been aware of at any other inflexion point in my life. I can’t recall the transition from child to adolescent, nor can I recall most of my first memories as a child. The transition I am on at the moment though feels strangely vivid. Could I be mourning my becoming an adult? Is it like a child who breathes for the first time - painfully and begrudgingly? Is this what poets mean when they say life is pain?