When people ask me what my favourite writing is, I never give a straight up answer. I take a pause and think in between sighs. And only if I have to answer urgently do I say whatever makes way out of my throat. Truth is I don’t have a favourite story or poem or article I’ve written. It’s difficult to choose my favourite thing. They are all master pieces to me.
It’s not that they are all crafted with the finest strings of metaphors and flowery words. It’s not that they all have great plots or drive home good points either. But I just can’t pick one over the rest. And yes, some of them come off different than others and whether I admit it or not, they all have unequal quality. It’s like how all teeth are not shaped in the same model or positioned on the same spot in the mouth even if they all help in talking and chewing. But hey, you don’t have a favourite tooth, do you?
And when I think about it, even if I have a favourite writing, it only lasts a while until another shows up. Matter-of-factly, every new work is my favourite. My feeling for them is like of a growing child’s. Their favourite meal at six is most likely not the same at age sixteen. Same goes for their favourite outfit or song or colour. That is why I think the question should come with a complementary “at the moment.” –what’s your favourite writing at the moment? –This is because a new one would show up the next day and I’d want to have it in that special corner in my head for special things. I used to love rap while growing up. I would settle down to craft verses and memorise them. I could even randomly freestyle. But that’s the last I would spend my time doing because my favourite thing to do has changed.
That is why when I set to write something new, I prepare my mind like I am about to create my next favourite thing. One that will make me go to bed with a giant smile hanging on my face. Apparently, my favourite thing is my next thing.