There’s a parable about a drowning man who claims God will save him, and refuses any ships that offer to help. After he dies, he asks God why he was left to drown, to which God replies he sent a bunch of ships.
Personally, I think there’s a more insidious version of the parable. Instead of drowning, the man is stuck on a dreary island, complaining that God won’t help him. So instead of dying, the man falls in love with negativity and complaint, and dismisses any ships that might take away his reason to rail at the greater world. Subsequently, he lives his whole life on that island, isolated from adventure, potential, and joy.
I don’t think belief in God is a requirement to get off the island. Just take some ships, and even if they don’t take me where I want to go, I can a chart a course with what I learn along the way.
Kent Wayne 
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