appears to be from The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Surprised I haven’t read that yet, but yeah. That passage seems to be about relationships and status that you’d gain with freedom and choice.

I guess I just fear making a good thing into something tiresome, like how when I use one of my favourite songs as an alarm, I eventually start hating the song I once loved. But then again, I guess finding new ways to see things could prevent this, maybe.