It's interesting because a lot of my 16-year-old kids' friends

In the words of Jane Seymour, “It's interesting because a lot of my 16-year-old kids' friends know me from Wedding Crashers, and not so much Bond. My kids have a good laugh. I was 20 then. The look I had then was the look that a lot of their friends are assuming now. They think it's cool. What goes around comes around.” we hear the eternal rhythm of time, the cycle by which fashions, roles, and memories return anew. Her reflection is not only about film and appearance, but about the way life repeats itself, surprising us with echoes of what once was.

The shift between Bond and Wedding Crashers shows how identity is perceived differently by each generation. What one age remembers as glory, another recalls as comedy; what once seemed youthful and new may later return as style reborn. Seymour’s observation, filled with humor, reveals how fleeting cultural memory is, and yet how the circle of time ensures that nothing is truly lost. That which falls away in one generation rises again in another, familiar yet transformed.

History offers us the wisdom of Heraclitus, who declared that time is like a river, always flowing, yet always returning to itself. In the same way, the look Seymour once bore at twenty has returned among the youth of her children’s world, proving that what seemed bound to its age was only waiting for renewal. What she embodied then, others now imitate, and thus the cycle of admiration and imitation continues without end.

Her words also speak to the humility of legacy. One may dream of being remembered for greatness, for Bond-like elegance or heroic roles, yet future generations often recall us through different lenses. It is not for us to dictate how we are remembered, but for time to weave our images into the tapestry of memory. Seymour, with grace, laughs with her children, recognizing that remembrance itself—however it arrives—is a gift.

So let this wisdom endure: do not cling to how the world sees you, for the vision of today will change tomorrow. Celebrate instead the cycles of time, which return old joys, fashions, and stories in new forms. As Seymour teaches, what goes around truly comes around, and the beauty of youth, though it seems lost, often returns in the faces and laughter of generations yet to come. Thus the circle of life ensures that nothing we give to the world is ever wholly gone—it waits only to rise again.