When Riyan enters his room, it feels like a war has taken place! There are books, clothes, and a pair of shoes scattered all around. Riyan's mother comes in every day and, rubbing her forehead, says, "What a mess! How can you live in this chaos?"
To Riyan, this is not a "mess," but rather his "organized chaos." He would say, "Mom, look, everything is right at my fingertips."
One day, Riyan had to submit a very important drawing project at school. But he couldn’t find his favorite "blue marker" anywhere. He turned the whole room upside down, but there was no sign of the marker. Time was running out, and Riyan was close to tears.
Just then, his mother came into the room with a sweet smile and said, "Are you still looking for the marker? It's under that old newspaper you left on the table."
Finding the marker felt like he had gotten his life back. He realized that his mother’s complaints about the "mess" were not mere frustrations, but rather a truth. From that moment on, Riyan decided that no matter how much work he had, he would clean his room by the end of the day.
Because, "A clean room is a clear mind!"
