Red Herring

The seemingly apparent action of choosing positivity is beyond simplicity.
Further into the concept  the line of permanence and transience is blurred,
The fault is revealed.
How can one do willingly believe the truth in feeling?   
Is sadness a flawed step away from the secure lock of reality,
Or is it the realization of a caged and cruel world?
Is happiness the authentic cleansing of obscurities,
Or an intricate and deep rooted need to maintain equanimity?
Both becoming sad and becoming happy each have two meanings,
A conflicted world in one’s mind.
Is the presence of a willed feeling the most truthful or the most deceptive?