When I was young, I once cut my thumb while building a replica car from discarded tins. I was scared of how much Grandma would scold me, so I hid it. Days passed, and it became swollen and filled with pus. It was so painful that I couldn’t sleep, and I cried all night until it became apparent that I couldn’t hide it any longer.
We need to take problems seriously, even if they seem insignificant. If left unattended, they can fester and end up costing us more to solve in the future.