February, the month of love?

For the entire month of February I seem to have been embroiled in other peoples arguments and problems. I have never really minded being involved in things if I have been able to see some form of achievement or positivity at the end of the road. Somehow or other, blame it on the stars or the weather if you like, I find myself in the position of not seeing anything good or positive coming out of any of this verbal tub-thumping, and I am inclined to think that quite often these days peoples egos are of a far greater size than their brains.
I am finding more and more that folk are not listening to what is being said to them, instead they are busy thinking of what they will say next and so these half-hearted conversations seem to swing back and forth like some awful game of tennis that none of the spectators are enjoying and that each time the tennis ball is struck the face on the ball is that of the players opponent.
So as I vent off my frustrated feelings about life and people in general I must also add that speaking for myself, and me being the only person I can truly speak for, that my life as always is so good. I am busy working on something that is like a dream coming true and I am learning that I am my own master and that in fact I am only a servant unto myself, being that as I do things for me I am honouring myself in some way or other.
Then I have always believed that I am lucky in so many ways and that the Universe has blessed me.