Decision, decision, decision

It's about 2 months now since I've left my ex-department. I've got to know some friendly faces in my new department and to learn new stuff and experience. The days in this new job are far too greater/peaceful than the past bitter work experience which I endured for more than 7 months (and survived in the end).

Soon after I quit the department (or the project itself by not blaming the whole department), the harsh environment seems to have gradually been improved over time as I can tell from the face of my successor colleague who has been plagued next after me (sorry dude, it's all business here). New faces in the office have brought in fresher air and atmosphere to the poor old souls who had been long imprisoned in the vault called misery (I might have arbitrarily exaggerated a bit). But sometimes you gotta hate things no matter how good they look at present time just because you were part of the past itself. At least that's what I understand from myself. Anyway it's good for all people around me, so why should I care about my own miserable feelings at this moment?

So now the cloudy sky is brighter than I have ever seen here. And for sometime I've been keeping myself under the shelter of a protected haven. There comes the voice in my head again (it came in through my ears then became lingering in my head later): shall I step it out again after I've splashed through the rain drops (or I'd rather say struck by the thunders) twice? Oh ya, I have to keep in mind that I've somehow betrayed one of my trusted friend here after we've taken separate ways out of the misery that we suffered shoulder-to-shoulder in our passions for doing a good work.

I leave this to my intuition and instinct.