{"id":71793,"date":"2017-05-31T12:32:11","date_gmt":"2017-05-31T10:32:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.erasmusmagazine.nl\/?p=71793\/"},"modified":"2025-12-19T11:22:47","modified_gmt":"2025-12-19T10:22:47","slug":"smakeloze-passievruchten-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.erasmusmagazine.nl\/en\/2017\/05\/31\/smakeloze-passievruchten-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Tasteless passion fruits"},"content":{"rendered":"
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It sounds like a great resume filler: \u201cI\u2019m passionate about this and that.\u201d In fact, I\u2019m sure many of us have said it during job interviews.<\/p>\n

But recently I\u2019ve made the slightly unpleasant discovery that being passionate about something is just a surface-level requirement, at least in the environment that I ended up interning. So I started a little pet-project: trying to inject passion into my everyday life.<\/p>\n

When I was younger, I wrote a speech for a public speaking contest. My closing line was: \u201cMy passion is a true friend that never dies.\u201d I stood by those words for some odd six years until I came to work as an intern in an office in Amsterdam. It\u2019s an editorial job, so I spend a lot of time writing there, and that\u2019s great. Minus the occasional writer\u2019s block, it\u2019s been good.<\/p>\n

Unfulfilling<\/h3>

But when I\u2019m sitting down to write a piece, I have to remind myself to care about this. Truth be told, very often I don\u2019t really care. When applying for this internship, which I\u2019ve been doing for a few months now, it was exactly what I wanted to do. Several friends who were also looking for internships sent me this opening because they thought I would fit in. So to some extent, it works.<\/p>\n

I write every day. It\u2019s not the creative or opinionated writing I\u2019m used to, but it\u2019s something. I play with words and discover ways to use the language and sometimes my colleague says, \u201cYou sure find a way to be creative in those short blurbs you write.\u201d In the past, I would have been ecstatic at someone with her job calling me creative. So why the hell does it feel so unfulfilling?<\/p>\n

Disappointment<\/h3>

That same colleague confided in me that she\u2019s quitting her current job in our office because it\u2019s not the creative fulfillment that she wanted. She and I, we\u2019re similar in that: we love writing in-depth pieces, love studying and commenting on the things we discover. \u201cThe ideal is to find a job that lets you do that.\u201d Yeah, we agreed on that. \u201cBut there\u2019s a limited amount of jobs that has you pick a personal project to dissect, piece by piece.\u201d<\/p>\n

Well, crap.<\/p>\n

If anyone can find me a job like that, that\u2019d be great. But I\u2019m starting to think that maybe keeping my love for things contained is the best way to avoid disappointment.<\/p>\n\n\t\n\t

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