My Robotic sense of mind: (long, but intriguing)

[Apollo]

This is a thought that has been plaguing my mind for several years, almost 8 years if you count this year. Ever since I was in high school, I had this magnificent fear that if I had a mechanical schedule, a schedule that would plan out my entire day, I would lose my sense of humanity. To some, this may seem absurd and outright weird, but this is a true reality I have to live with everyday; it is the question stopping me from attaining the unknown. Why do I think in this way? What's the point, what's the thinking? What makes me think this way is the ability of having my day be an entirely productive day. That's good, isn't it? Not really, where is your sense of humanity within your work? Where is your love and passion when you are done with what your working with? Where are the lessons you learned through this troubleshooting process (ex.)? I suppose you can say I require some miniature attachments to things to show that I actually give a damn, at least enough to convince my unconsciousness (or just the mental habits that are beyond your control) that what I'm doing isn't pointless.

What got me motivated to think this way was a wild, and fearful expectation of the future. I believed that music, art, and love would get me somewhere in this world. I grew out of that generalized lie and noticed that your work is what sets you free, and not your passion or love. Perhaps your passion becomes the work, and soon you see yourself being famous for writing the best Hollywood movie script in the 20th century, or being famous for drawing and making an animation character that the world fell in love with. For many however, you need to work annually to pay your bills while you develop your passion (which supplies your future investment into it becoming your full-time work. One...step..closer). Time is not our enemy, we are to it. This is such a complex question...

This is a question that has not been answered yet, even after a few years. Back in the day, I thought to myself that this mindset would melt away, much like how time heals many things, but it didn't heal this wound. There is no debating that the human body is truly a robotic machine (it has organic material instead of bolts and wires). But is our minds robotic? I say no, but I believe our actions will be the judge of that (repetitive work = robotic mindset; working but changing the way you do it = human mindset *completely my opinion, tell me what you think*). Are we really Cyclons with a vulnerability to diseases? Please discuss this with me. Help me conquer this beast.