I got a pretty huge compliment the other day. One of my friends commented on a photo on Facebook, and told me I was stylish. So stylish, in fact (emphasis mine as Facebook doesn't allow bolding, italics, or any other indications of enthusiasm.) I was stoked. Being told you're stylish is being told that something within your control is awesome. It's even nicer than being called pretty or smart (although if anyone does feel like calling me either of those things, go right ahead). It's especially flattering, because objectively speaking, it certainly can't be argued that I was always stylish. The situation discussed here comes to mind, as does this one.
But you grow up, and you learn, and you commit to it a bit more, and suddenly people are throwing compliments around willy-nilly. Honestly, you probably start spending a bit more money also. It's the path of style, if you like, and it doesn't just apply to the style you wear on your body, as I've learned.
Something that was once great - which fulfilled all your needs and most of your wants - will more often than not become considerably less great over time. It goes for almost everything (I'm excepting art and husbands). With this in mind, I'm pretty excited about the next stage of style evolution...