Is our Lost Faith Found in Suffering?

Or is it when we accept our burden and say yes to life and all it's vacissitudes. I share a lost episode of the podcast. Timely as I listen to Albert Camus and the myth of Sisyphus. We tend to not see the value of an object until it is lost, the old saying. Or do we need that shove of suffering or strife to make that leap of faith, not hope, but to embrace our fate as ordered. Karl Friston's free energy. Life is absurd, so why are we surprised, let alone vexed by our fate? Love your fate is the only way to survive. It will wear you down until you do, or you will give up or decide that life is not worth the effort. It is a shame since these things are only understood, not when sought, but when practiced and found.