My birthday is coming up soon. Saturday, to be exact.

I’m just entering the period of life where each birthday comes with just a tinge of existential dread. I’ll be 24 this year, just one year away from 25, which is only five years away from 30. Each birthday marks a year added to your life, and hits home uncertainty about the future — what you’ll do, where you’ll go, who you’ll be.

But I’m not quite there yet. Sure, I think about that stuff, but when I really look around, I’ve got a good group of friends — both far and near. I’m paying my bills doing what I like to do.

There’s really not much more I can ask for.

I’ve also never been the type to make a big deal out of my birthday. It doesn’t have to be some epic night to be remembered for all eternity. My friends need not plan a special evening just for me, buy me nice things or worship me as a king for a day.

I’m happy to just hang out like any other weekend.

This weekend I’ll be watching the Floyd Mayweather vs. Conor McGregor fight with my friends, and that sounds about perfect to me.

I’ve never asked for much, but this year I do want to make a birthday wish of the universe. A friend of mine’s birthday was Monday, and he asked for the moon to pass in front of the sun, casting a shadow upon the Earth’s surface.

If he got his birthday wish, hopefully I can get mine. Though, my wish may be an event even more rare than a solar eclipse.

This year for my birthday, I simply want a single day without any violence, threats, absurd speeches, political firings and the like. Nothing for folks to argue about. I just want a day of peace — both physical and mental. (Aside from the Mayweather-McGregor fight that is, I do want to watch that.)

I want a day where news networks don’t over-analyze every movement of Trump or some other politician. I want a day where no one does anything stupid. Just a simple day, where every good American can enjoy themselves.

I know that’s a pretty lofty wish, but who knows? My friend got an eclipse.

Not everyone will be at peace, some folks struggle every day with one thing or another, but if something can happen on my birthday to bring them a moment of joy they wouldn’t have otherwise had, I’ll be a happy 24 year old.

— Chance Hoener is a staff writer for the Morning Sun. He can be emailed at choener@morningsun.net or follow him on Twitter @ReporterChance.