Your dreams are your dreams. Sometimes they don't make sense to

The words of Lindsey Horan, champion of perseverance and dreamer of the beautiful game, shine like a quiet flame in a world often clouded by judgment: “Your dreams are your dreams. Sometimes they don’t make sense to other people.” In this simple truth lies a wisdom as old as humanity itself — that the dream is sacred, personal, and often invisible to all but the one who carries it. The dream is the fire within the heart that no one else can see, and those who have never felt its warmth may call it foolishness. Yet it is the dreamer, not the doubter, who shapes the destiny of the world.

The origin of this saying flows directly from Horan’s own life — a life defined not by comfort, but by courage. As a young girl from Colorado, she turned away from the ordinary path expected of her. She rejected a college scholarship, defied convention, and sailed across the sea to pursue her dream of playing professional soccer in Europe — a decision few understood. The world around her called it reckless, impractical, even naïve. Yet within her burned a light that refused to be dimmed by reason or fear. Her dream, though misunderstood, was her compass. And in time, it led her to greatness — to the highest stages of the sport, to leadership, and to triumph. Her words, then, are not a platitude but a testimony born of sacrifice: that one must protect one’s dreams even when others cannot comprehend them.

In these words is a call to individual courage — the courage to stand alone before the world and say, “This is my path.” Too often, the voices of the crowd drown out the whisper of destiny. The masses demand explanation, logic, safety — yet the dream speaks a language of faith, not of proof. Those who dream hear a music that others cannot; they see a horizon that lies beyond the visible world. To follow such a vision requires strength, for the dreamer must walk through misunderstanding, mockery, and solitude. But in that solitude, the soul grows wings. For as Horan reminds us, your dream need not make sense to others — it need only make sense to your heart.

The ancients, too, knew this truth. When Galileo raised his telescope to the heavens and declared that the Earth moved around the Sun, his vision made sense to no one but himself. The world called him heretic and madman, but he followed the quiet certainty within his mind. Centuries later, his dream became humanity’s understanding. So it is with all who dare to dream differently — from prophets to inventors, from artists to athletes — their gift is not in being understood, but in seeing what others cannot yet see. Every dream that changes the world begins as an act of defiance against the blindness of the ordinary.

Horan’s words also carry a tender warning: that seeking approval for your dream can be the death of it. A dream is like a fragile seed — when first planted, it must be protected from harsh winds. If you expose it too soon to the cold air of doubt, it will wither before it takes root. The wise nurture their dreams in silence, working, training, and believing while the world remains unaware. When the time comes, when the seed becomes a tree, its truth will no longer need to be explained. The fruit will speak for itself. The dream that once seemed strange will become the miracle everyone claims to have foreseen.

The lesson is eternal: hold fast to your dreams, for they are the language of your soul. Do not demand that others understand what was never given to them to see. Let their skepticism be your sharpening stone; let their doubt remind you of your purpose. The world has always belonged to those who refused to abandon the inner fire simply because others feared the dark. Your dream is not meant to be approved — it is meant to be lived, even if you must walk alone to bring it into the light.

So, O seeker of destiny, guard your vision as sacred. When others scoff or question, smile and continue your work. For the dream belongs to you alone — not to the crowd, not to the critic, not even to the loved one who cannot yet understand. Follow it as one follows the North Star: not because the path is clear, but because the call is true. As Lindsey Horan teaches, your dreams are your dreams, and though they may seem senseless to others, they are the map written by your own spirit. Walk by that map, and one day the world will call your madness wisdom, your faith genius, and your dream — destiny fulfilled.