Burning Beneath

Where does my soul live?

Is it tucked away in my heart, pulsing with every beat, or is it buried deep within my brain, hidden among the folds of thought and logic?

The brain controls the entire body—that’s a fact. Every breath, every step, every word. It’s the command center, cold and calculated. But then there are moments when that control seems to slip, and the heart takes over.

We know the logical choice, the “right” answer, yet we ignore it.

Why?

Because something deeper stirs in us, something louder than reason. The heart pulls, whispers, even screams until we follow it blindly. In that moment, the brain—so powerful, so certain—yields.

Is it a democracy, this balance between mind and heart?

Do they take turns steering the wheel, or does one silently overpower the other when it matters most?

Or maybe it’s the soul that decides.

Maybe the soul sits above them both, watching the mind and the heart wrestle for control, stepping in only when neither can decide.

But if that’s true, then who am I when my mind and heart disagree?

Who am I when logic says one thing, and desire says another?

Which part is more me?

And if my soul chooses, does it belong to the mind or the heart…

Or does it command them both?

I don’t know.

But I wonder—when you make a choice, who’s really in control?

Do you know the answer?

I’m not sure I do.