Likeness

The picture I have chosen is of a plant sprouting out of ones hands.

In the first two parts of the novel, Pip has grown and developed from a small boy full of potential and life, with an unknown plant ready to bloom,  into a young man whos life is primarily set.

A seed is a capsule of life. Unplanted, it can be moved anywhere until a location is chosen for it. From there it may sprout in to a beautiful orchid or perhaps a rose, beautiful on the outside but leathal upon inspection of its thorns, or maybe a thistle, ugly, dangerous and avoided. Until planted we may not know what will come of this seed. 

Once sprouted the identity begins to unfold.

In the particular picture I chose, the sprout was growing out of ones hands.

In the novel, Pip begins as a young boy, much like a seed, unset life ready to sprout and blossom. When the beginnings of a plant start to form they are dependant and manipulated by the hands in which they are growing. As the plant grows larger, it's roots begin to wind and creep through the fingers of its holder, reaching out and searching for its own ground. The plant grows larger and becomes a heavy weight for the hands to hold and at last is free to grow in its own peice of soil, ready to determine its own life. As the novel progresses, stems turn into branches and a complex tree of life emerges. This tree is the older Pip, forever living with the manipulations of his childhood.

Many times looking back, Pip regrets ever being brought to Miss Havishams, ever being ridiculed by Estella and becoming ashamed of his home. He wishes that he had grown ignorant and became a happy idiot pursay. Happy with being a poor blacksmith. But now his roots are set in riches. These riches however are self consious and ashamed of the seed that was planted orriginally in the soil of commonality.