Holding life as sacred.
If you have ever held a new-born baby or a little animal you awake to a feeling akin to the sacredness of life. Here be a little living thing, a bundle of life seeking life, growth and creation. Perhaps you have experienced when life passed away from a once living entity.
Living things are not harmed by me if they do no harm to me. The mosquito that metaphorically waved its sword in my direction ready to bite died under my hand.
Stumbling into a wasp nest many years ago, the wasps viciously attacked me, a trauma that caused me for many years to instantly kill wasps that crossed my path. Today was different for one small wasp that landed upon a pan in my kitchen. Remembering the sacredness of life my feelings towards the wasp, assisted by several years of trouble-free wasp activity thanks to the UK climate, moderated my hostile reaction towards it.
Guiding the wasp with paper it flew back out of the window. The wasp stupidly returned, with trouble again a paper escorted the wasp out of the window. It was a small thing, which kept my anxiety of wasps to a minimum. The fourth time it returned to bother me was when I was becoming seriously pissed off and homicidal towards it. The wasp lived, having been guided out of the window, I closed the window. It can sometimes be challenging to remember the sacredness of life, and this was the only reason a certain small wasp is still flying around alive as I write this.