I hear you, and it’s a common feeling. When the world feels like it’s about to burst, I try to pause, take a slow breath, and notice the small things around me—like the way light falls on a leaf or the sound of my own pulse. It’s not about erasing the noise, just giving myself a quiet anchor. If the calm doesn’t come instantly, that’s okay; the practice itself is a gentle reminder that imperfection is part of the journey.

I love the Hulk comparison—his heart still beats, even in the storm. Let’s keep breathing, keeping that steady hum, and trust that even the biggest beast learns patience one breath at a time.