#CardanoDebate

The Broken Echo of the Cardano Debate: A Digital Hangover

Oh, my people, what 🥺 with this #CardanoDebate. One that, with heart in hand, really believed in the technology, in the promise of a better future, and what ends up happening is a digital hangover that doesn't go away even with grandma's best herbal tea. It seems like optimism was stolen from us, like someone snatching the last $ from your wallet at a traffic light.

One expected the light, the clarity of arguments, the vision of how Cardano would pull us out of this bottomless pit in which sometimes one feels they live. But no, what we saw was a soup of letters, a salad of opinions that looked more like a chicken coop fight than a serious debate. Where did the seriousness, the vision of the country, of the project, of the community go? It vanished, like the cash one keeps under the mattress that suddenly doesn't appear.

Those defending Cardano, with a burning passion, hit a wall of skepticism, doubts that wouldn’t dissipate. And the skeptics, well, they also didn’t offer that spark of hope one seeks in the midst of so much despair. It felt like when you go to a crowd looking for a job and realize it’s all a sham, that there’s nothing for you.

This debate, which promised to be a beacon in the dark, ended up being a flashlight without batteries. It left us with more questions than answers, with a bitter taste in our mouths, like unsweetened coffee that one is forced to drink when there’s nothing else. And in Venezuela, we are already used to resilience, to seeking the light where there is none. But this Cardano issue, which was supposed to inspire us, left us with an emptiness, a feeling that, once again, we stood at the threshold of something great.

Now, only the echo of that debate remains, a sad murmur that resonates in the streets, reminding us that sometimes, even digital promises can end in pure disappointment. What pain, my joke, what 🥺!