Why do we only ask ourselves deep meaningful questions after bad things happen? Does enlightenment only happen in conjunction with pain? ex. drugs - mental conquest, physical sacrifice

The streets of my thought are patrolled by my mind
But the drivers are distracted, infected they're blind
So now our faith has come down, to money, fire, pipe and a big rock
So now, in haste we do frown, it's funny, the life we started and can't stop
When I find out, the world that I should know
I cry, sober to see that world as it's bestowed
We're fallin back, back behind the evolution
Power for brains is this the kind of substitution

Like the peices of a puzzle
are the stairs to my mind
As they fall in place
the higher I will climb
I walk up to the sun
Near the top the peices burn
Till they're all in place
I see the picture I have learned

I saw the new view coming and I hit the flo
Let it wash my back not my eyes no no
All of the sudden, I saw my picture runnin
Talkin to my fear although it's not saying nothin
Hit my eyes, then my brain, then myself, and so
With disguise, I am sane, and the bookshelf's low
You are thinking, and my new thought's seekin
talkin to my sense on a european weekend.