To a life of self-organization

Let's say there is a person who is born very unskilled in organizing.
Moreover, he lives with adult ADHD.
If someone has been working for over 20 years and raising two children under these harsh conditions, what would their daily life be like?

"Anyway, Tidying Up" contains the author's long record of how he, who once lived a life so far removed from organization that he considered himself an "entropy maximizing catalyst" due to his optic nerves that were unable to perceive messiness and his distractions that would jump to Andromeda every few minutes, became a staunch "entropy opponent" and the process of slowly dissipating the chaos caused by his strong rejection of organization.

An image of a woman standing in front of a large glass window, looking out at the beautiful night view, with neatly combed hair, wearing an elegant and sophisticated suit, and with a flawless posture.
Her coat will be free of lint, her hair will be unruly, and nowhere in her spacious apartment will you find a full trash can, a pile of unopened laundry, or a comb full of tangled hair.

--- pp.9~10

The reason I can't organize is because I have a habit of not finishing something as planned and moving on to the next thing, and I don't want to admit that I gave up halfway.
It's about leaving room.
I make a false promise that I will be back soon.
So I hate having someone else do the organizing for me.
I know it's a bit messy, but I'm still working on it, so it's a bit of a distraction.
Even if that kind of denial of reality has been going on for months.

--- pp.21~22

I decided to finish the manuscript I had to write over the weekend.
So, on a weekend morning, I chugged down a strong espresso and rolled up my sleeves.
At that moment, the 'organization filter' inside me suddenly started working.
There was a lot of stuff to clean up everywhere.
I was annoyed by the drawers I had left in disarray for so long, using my lack of time and ability as excuses, and the cupboard I had been using without much thought for months was now so disorganized that it seemed like it urgently needed a new classification system.
Stains on appliances such as dishwashers, microwave ovens, ovens, and stainless steel kitchen utensils are also subject to removal.

--- p.51

When life gets so hectic, I open an empty drawer.
Open the closet with plenty of space.
I keep opening and closing the closet for no reason.
And I find peace of mind knowing that there is still empty space.
This game isn't over yet.
There is empty space.
I'm not struggling, trapped in a small, cramped space.
The temporary storage is right here.
There's a place to stretch your legs and a place to put something down for a bit.
Can be organized.
I have free time.
I have the power to control my space.

--- p.66

It is said that in ancient China, there was a torture method called 'Salcheondo (殺千刀)'.
It is said that it is a torture that kills slowly by cutting yourself a thousand times with a knife. I first learned about it in a novel based on Marco Polo's travels in China, and after that, I barely remember the rest of the novel, and only this torture story remains vivid.
Since then, whenever I hear advice about the '5-minute efficiency', the story of Salcheondo comes to mind.
Taking five minutes here and five minutes there to write flawlessly feels like it's slowly giving me a sense of relief and peace, rather than making me a better person.

--- pp.79~80

Consistency, unity, orderliness.
There are very few people who do not enjoy this state at all.
When cheering for a sports team, wearing matching colors somehow makes you feel more energetic.
When I see a parade of people dressed in identical uniforms and moving as one, cheers naturally erupt.
There is a certain pleasure in watching idol groups dance to the rhythm with precise angles.
But when I live in America and see the well-kept gardens in every house, I feel complicated.

--- p.97

Organizational changes are very common within large companies.
When it was frequent, the department name would change once every six months, the person above me would change, and sometimes the company I belonged to would change once every few years.
At times like these, I suddenly wondered if the perspective of those above me was similar to my perspective when I was cleaning up the house.
'I put this in this drawer.
But it's not easy to take it out and use it.
That drawer is overflowing with too many things in it.
I'll take some out and put them somewhere else, and since I don't think I'll use this one, I'll just throw it away, and I think it'd be better to leave this box in that room...'
--- p.107

Everything in the universe is moving towards disorder.
Entropy continues to increase.
As I lie there listlessly doing nothing, I am gradually being swept away by it.
I believe that I am letting things go 'as I please' and that I am ruining them 'as I will', but I am just being swept away by natural entropy.
It is much more anti-entropy to organize books that are scattered around than to smash them with a hammer.

--- p.133

In a life where we all return to nothingness, organizing a desk might be dismissed as a meaningless act of flapping, but in the space and time where we exist as individuals, organizing brings about absolute change.
In a world that runs wild, a universe filled with things I can't do anything about, I defend my small space.
Fight against oblivion by giving it meaning.
Let's keep it quiet.
Let us be angry at the fading light.
Let's rebel.
So as not to be swept away by entropy.

--- p.135