I mean - no one can talk outside anything outside their experiences but I completely, emphatically disagree.

Nothing I've ever experienced can match the pure joy of coming home and having my kid run up to give me a giant hug. Everything else pales next to it. I went though a lot of job angst a couple of years ago but none of it could overshadow the happiness I felt just being able to read my kid to sleep at night. It's incompatible.