I think I understand a little bit why Jesus spoke in parables. There are no ways to explain some things.

When people want to hear about my trip to South Africa, I don't know where to start.
I can tell vignettes, or cute stories of kids. i can rant about the frustrations of various aspects of living abroad. I can list all the places I went. I can even say a few things that I learned.
But when they ask "how was South Africa?" it is too big a concepts for words. for description.
it was good. it was bad. it was life. you know? (but of course, they don't)

because I have come from a new place, I can't really describe it except for random times when I say "in south africa, we did this one thing", and those only really make sense in the context of conversations about specific activities/objects. not about the country as a whole.

I love it there. And its a beautiful paradise.
and you haven't been there. probably.

but South Africa is frustrating and difficult and depressing and stressful.
but I had a really good time and have so many new friends that I bonded with and whom I really appreciate and love. and you won't ever know. its just this unique chance in a life to live life alongside people that you'll never see in the same place at the same time ever again.