Beautiful lyric

And all the towns that you walk through

And all the people that you talk to

Sing you their songs

And there are times you change your stride

There are times you can't decide

Still you go on

And then the young girls dance their gypsy tunes

And share the secrets of the moon

So soon you find a wife

And though she sees your dreams go poorly

Still she joins your story of a life

Harry Chapin

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_62IkzgKpW8

Is there any feeling like this in the frum world, a sense of life as a journey, an appreciation of people in general, the idea of a woman who marries a man even though his dreams go poorly? Or rather do we hate all goyim and marry because of yichus, money, and frumkite? We have become fanatics, cease to be human.