Change for the Sake of Change

At what point do the changes we make in our lives not matter? If, for example, I were to quit my job and move to Hawaii, would I really become a new person? Or would I be the same old me, but with a tan?

If I were to sell my car and buy the little Lexus convertible that I so lust after and can't really afford, would I be a happier person, or just an asshole with messy hair?

Speaking of hair, I got a sexy new haircut, and maybe for a couple of days I felt like a new person, but after a week, I felt like 'me' again. I can't really cut my hair any shorter or I'll be bald. Now, that would be a change!

Where am I going with this, you ask? I wish I could give you an answer, but I'm not really sure. And that, in a nutshell, is exactly my problem. I have no idea where I'm going with 'this.'