Answer:
I am lighter than air but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful! I am fragile!
Take it and you will lose or gain more than the others.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
I hold two meanings. With one I may be broken with the other I hold on.
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?