I've got big, big dreams for the future.

In the age when ambition was too often mistaken for arrogance, and dreams were dismissed as illusions, there rose a voice of radiant certainty — Margot Robbie, an artist whose light reached far beyond the screen. She spoke simply, but with the quiet thunder of destiny: “I’ve got big, big dreams for the future.” These words, though few, resound with the eternal rhythm of human striving — the declaration that life is not meant to be endured, but created, that the future belongs to those who dare to imagine it grandly.

To dream is to summon the unseen into being. When Robbie spoke of her big dreams, she was not merely forecasting fame or fortune, but confessing allegiance to a deeper law — that the soul grows by stretching beyond the limits of the known. Her words remind us that vision is a sacred act, a kind of faith that reaches forward into possibility and says, “There, too, I belong.” From her youth in a small Australian town to her rise among the storytellers of the world, she carried with her not entitlement, but fire — the belief that dreams, when fed by purpose, become the very architecture of destiny.

In ancient times, the philosophers and poets spoke of the same truth in different tongues. Homer sang of Odysseus, who dreamt not only of home but of wisdom found through the storm. Alexander of Macedon, still a youth when he gazed upon the uncharted world, said, “There are no more worlds to conquer” — yet his conquest was not of lands alone, but of human limitation. So too does Robbie’s proclamation stand in that same lineage — not the cry of conquest, but of creation. To say “I have big dreams” is to declare war upon complacency; it is to affirm that within every mortal heart beats the spark of the infinite.

Yet let none mistake the bigness of dreams for mere grandeur. The greatest dreams are not always loud — they are often the quiet, persistent flames that refuse to die when winds of doubt rise. They are the daily choices to strive, to learn, to endure when the path grows steep. Margot Robbie’s life itself bears this mark: long before the world knew her name, she worked in obscurity, training, failing, trying again. Her “big dreams” were not lightning in the sky, but the steady forging of will against the anvil of time. Thus she teaches that a dream without discipline is only fantasy — but a dream married to work becomes prophecy.

There is a certain holiness in such ambition. For when one dreams deeply, not only of success but of meaning, one becomes a vessel for creation itself. The future is not a gift waiting to be received; it is a masterpiece waiting to be shaped. Every innovator, every leader, every artist who ever changed the world began with a single declaration like hers — “I have dreams.” And in those few words lives an entire cosmos of courage, the courage to believe that what is unseen today may yet define tomorrow.

Consider the story of Walt Disney, who was once told his ideas were too childish, his imagination too extravagant to succeed. Yet he, too, had “big dreams for the future,” and through ridicule and bankruptcy and endless trial, he held to them. His dreams became kingdoms of laughter and wonder for generations. So it is with all who hold fast to vision: they build temples of joy and progress from the dust of their own persistence.

Thus, O listener, take this teaching to heart: Dreams are not luxuries — they are responsibilities. To hold a dream is to carry a promise, not only to oneself but to the world, that you will give your gifts fully. Let your dreams be vast, but let your hands be steadfast. Let them lead you not toward comfort, but toward creation. The world does not need smaller hopes; it needs souls who dare to see beyond the horizon and walk toward it unafraid.

And so, like Margot Robbie, speak boldly of your big dreams for the future. Speak them not as wishful fantasies, but as living intentions. Feed them with labor, water them with courage, guard them with humility, and they shall grow into the oaks beneath whose shade others will one day rest. For in the end, it is not the size of one’s dream that matters most — it is the strength of the heart that refuses to stop dreaming.