I don’t know that a person balances them at all. It’s a matter of degree, and our individual temperaments may incline us to different relative degrees. I think some of us require more order than others to feel comfortable. Order will always return to chaos eventually. But order can be maintained with some effort.
Personally, I like a certain amount of physical disarray. Too much neatness and tidiness makes me nervous. I like the cross-connections among randomly situated things; to me it stimulates creative thinking in much the same way that dreams can give birth to ideas.
I also like the fact that everything isn’t exposed. Layers afford some privacy and psychological protection that open surfaces do not. Even though nobody gets into my space or threatens it, I just feel better in an enclosure than in an open field; in a forest than on a plain.
I live with people who prefer system and order. Sometimes, yes, there is a bit of conflict over this difference.
Once I had an office mate who was the opposite of me in this respect. We were Felix and Oscar. I told her, “If you won’t let my mess bother you, I’ll try not to let your neatness bother me.” We managed to get along like that for a year before the office arrangements changed. Each of us took care to keep within bounds and never crossed the line.
Within my generally jumbled personal environment, however, there are some things I keep fastidiously and even compulsively ordered. I can’t explain this.
Someone I know says, “Give in to the chaos, and the order will emerge.” Sometimes I believe this and sometimes I don’t.