perspective

I complain a lot, it is part of my complete lack of charm. But lately I'm starting to feel incredibly shallow whenever I complain about somebody at work or having to shovel snow because frankly I don't know what real tragedy is. Once the dust settles, the thousands upon thousands suffering through this will rebuild the homes that could probably fit inside my kitchen, they'll go back to slaving away for less scraps than I throw in my garbage, they'll go about their lives and complain less about a life that I'm far too spoiled and complacent to manage to survive a month of, much less a lifetime. But even knowing this, I'll still complain about old people on the road and complain when gas gets up to $2.00/gallon, I'll waste precious resources and only feel the tiniest smidge of guilt, I'll wish I earned more money or were impossibly thin with a huge but still perky rack. And I know I'm not the only one. I wonder, when did we let ourselves get like this...so full of our own sense of entitlement that we've lost our perspective?