First World Problem

Sometimes when my husband catches me complaining about small things he says "first world problems".  This is an opportunity for me to give my head a shake and put things in perspective.  It's times like that I wonder if I really know what a real problem is? And complaining for the sake of complaining seems like a huge waste of time to me.  Each of us have our own struggles and burdens but, when I step outside myself and look at things, it seems to help me really get an idea of the depth or gravity of it all.  So far, nothing really to complain about!