Answer:
I am created through suffering, inspiration, joy, and even despair. Born as an idea, and then presented to the human eye. Unlike living things, I never die. What am I?
I am gentle enough to soothe your skin light enough to fly in the sky and strong enough to crack rocks.
you can throw me away but I will always be coming back
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
I am a red drum which sounds without being touched, and grows silent, when touched. What am I?
What is always coming but never arrives?