Someone was being warned: "Once you get older, you won't be able to change anymore."
The message seemed to be: change while you still can. Out of the corner of my eye I think, some corners are better left intact. Chase ought-to-be logic and shave off corner after corner, and what you finish with is a mass-produced thing. That would be a waste. And it's not as if the other person will thank you for it.
Mostly, not changing feels more natural. Useful things accumulate, and you gain a sense of grip. Whatever comes next, you'll probably manage somehow. And so the restlessness settles. It's not that I've become stubborn, or that no one warns me anymore. I've built up enough to keep going without changing. I already have a proper place to be. Continuing to change is neither admirable nor necessarily right.
I remember the disorientation when I started setting my hair with wax. I went to school still unsure what a cool haircut even was. The first time I said "watashi" in customer service, I was gripped by the fear that I'd left my real self behind. Attempts like that usually left embarrassment behind.
If you really want to keep changing on purpose, you have only one option: walk out the front door bewildered, like back then.