I'm sorry, but I don't believe that.
Haven't you ever felt blissfull, even for a moment.
Listening to music, reading a book, talking to someone, seen beauty in nature....
Not really. Ever since I can remember, I have felt like I am two people. Even if one felt something like happy, there was the other one, which was detached from it all.
I was never really fully present in anything, or felt like my heart was in it. There was always this distance to everything that was happening or that I was experiencing.
I almost drowned once at sea, and I felt like it all didn't really have much to do with me, for crying out loud. One would think that breathing in sea water and struggling in the waves would be deeply personal and disturbing experience (it feels like breathing in fire) - but it wasn't for me.
I have cried at music concerts - and yet it all somehow had nothing to do with me.
This distance is what I find the most disturbing.
And secondly, those pleasures that you mention - they seem so small to me, they are nothing in comparison to the misery that I feel, they cannot outweigh it.