Stickman and Cross

In the cloudless night sky, a red moon hung high in the sky. You look around. On the one-way road, there are many stick figures who are as thin as you, carrying crosses as high as human beings, and are struggling to move forward. You see the wooden cross standing at an angle in your hand: You subconsciously know that you should carry it on your back and walk towards the one-way road like other stick figures. "..." You tried. "——!!!" The cross was unexpectedly heavy, making your wooden joints creak under the pressure, and your thin arms were overwhelmed by the weight. You trembled and carefully dropped the cross on your back before falling apart. You should keep trying. But... ——Forget it! ——Whatever! ——Just be happy now! You decide to travel light.